I got a message from Venomheart the Dreamer about the fact that a Clan list as a stand-alone entry is technically not allowed, so I fixed it here. Thanks, Venomheart.
Moonkit: Shadoweyes only owns her OCs
Lowkit: But Rippleclaw and Scarpaw belong to AdrianMarsh
Enjoy.
Clan lists:
MoonClan:
Leader: Spottedstar: White she-cat with black patches and blue eyes.
Deputy: Snaketail: Brown tom with amber eyes.
Medicine Cat: Brighttail: Mostly white tortoiseshell she-cat.
Apprentice: Kestrelpaw.
Warriors: Brownfeather: Brown she-cat with yellow eyes.
Apprentice: Wingpaw.
Applepelt: Red-brown tom with green eyes.
Clawsnake: White tom with black patches and amber eyes.
Blackfur: Black tom with green eyes.
Whitefoot: Pure white tom with green eyes.
Crowclaw: Black tom with amber eyes.
Marshfoot: Brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Smearpelt: Black-and-grey tom with amber eyes.
Mistpelt: Grey tabby she-cat with blue eyes.
Stormpelt: Grey tom with yellow eyes.
Raineyes: Grey tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentices: Kestrelpaw: Brown tom with green eyes.
Wingpaw: White she-cat with ice-blue eyes.
Queens: Redpelt: Ginger she-cat with amber eyes. Mother of Rootkit (Black tom with green eyes) and Cedarkit (Reddish-brown tom amber eyes).
Reedfur: Brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Mother of Waterkit (Grey tabby she-kit with blue eyes) and Greykit (Solid grey she-kit with amber eyes).
Nightshade: Pure black she-cat with green eyes. Mother of Shadowkit (Black tom with green eyes) and Nightkit (Black she-kit with amber eyes).
Greyfeather: Grey she-cat with green eyes.
Dawnpelt: Cream-coloured she-cat with blue eyes.
Elders: Darkshadow: Near-black she-cat with green eyes.
NightClan:
Leader: Shadowstar: Black tom with amber eyes.
Deputy: Blackpelt: Grey tom with black stripes.
Medicine Cat: Batwing: Dusky-brown tom.
Warriors: Rippleclaw: Ginger she-cat with white stripes and white paws.
Apprentice: Scarpaw.
Darkstorm: Black tom with amber eyes.
Shadepelt: Grey tabby tom with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Midnightpaw.
Scorchfoot: Ginger she-cat with brown stripes.
Apprentice: Flarepaw.
Queens: Brambletail: Brown tabby she-cat.
Elders: Darkclaw: Black she-cat.
Rainpelt: Grey she-cat with silver patches.
SunClan:
Leader: Scorchstar: Ginger tom with green eyes.
Deputy: Lightfoot: Bright ginger tom with white paws.
Medicine Cat: Firetail: Ginger she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Sandfur.
Warriors: Grasseye: Brown tom with one amber eye and one green eye.
Apprentice: Dustpaw.
Brackenrush: Dusky she-cat with amber eyes.
Boneclaw: Very light grey tom with huge, yellowed claws and covered with scars.
Queens: Hazepelt: Ginger she-cat with grey paws.
Smokefang: Grey she-cat with a black muzzle.
Elders: Smolderfoot: Young grey tom with twisted paws.
TreeClan:
Leader: Leafstar: Brown she-cat with green eyes.
Deputy: Mosspelt: Grey tom with blue eyes.
Medicine Cat: Birdfeather: Light-brown she-cat with yellow eyes.
Warriors: Squirrelpelt: Ginger she-cat with blue eyes.
Apprentice: Birchpaw.
Rowantail: Brown tom with green eyes.
Oakfoot: Brown tabby tom with blue eyes.
Apprentice: Pinepaw.
Fincheyes: Brown she-cat with brown eyes.
Hollyheart: Black she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Needlepaw.
Queens: Twigwhisker: Brown she-cat with blue eyes.
Falconfeather: White she-cat with green eyes.
Elders: Eaglewing: Grey she-cat with emerald-green eyes.
Owlfur: Brown she-cat with yellow eyes.
The bright moonlight illuminated a silent clearing, spreading its cold rays to every corner of the still expanse. The moon's pale light illuminated a large rock in the clearing's center, bleaching the boulders a stark white. The shadows were non-existent and the entire area was awash in a cold, revealing, light.
Two cats stood guard; one had a brown coat, the other was a white cat with black patches. They stood near a thorny barrier, watching for signs of trouble that would dare attempt to sneak up on the slumbering clan.
Yet even the most vigilant can be troubled, and these two guards were no exception. They worried about their ailing leader, Brownstar, who was ill with greencough. They had already lost Stormpaw and Mudkit to the ravages of greencough, and there was no longer any catmint left. Brownstar was an old cat on his last life, but he had led Moonclan through thick and thin. No one was ready for him to join Starclan just yet.
Movement at the edge of the clearing did not distract the guards from their duty, but they flicked their ears to show that they were listening. They were not worried, for they recognized that scent.
"Clawsnake. Brownfeather." Greeted a young tortoiseshell she-cat, "All is silent, we can talk."
"Brighttail," the guards responded, unable to keep a mote of worry from entering their mews, "How is Brownstar?"
Brighttail shifted her paws. "Dead." She responded curtly.
Clawsnake staggered and quickly regained his composure. Brownfeather, on the other hand, whirled around and faced Brighttail, her amber eyes gleaming. "What!" She hissed, "How can that be?" Her voice broke the silence, arousing the sleeping cats from their secluded dens. They crowded around, wondering what was going on.
"He was getting old and he was on his last life, he was vulnerable to disease. It was only a matter of time" she mewed. All around her cats let out keening yowls when they realized that Brighttail was talking about Brownstar's death. They only cat who accepted the news without too much grief was Clawsnake, who kept his gaze trained at the camp entrance.
A pure white tom stepped away from the group and walked into a den at the far end of the clearing. He emerged followed by a snow-white she-cat blinking sleep from her ice-blue eyes.
A brown tom the same age as the she-cat emerged from the medicine den and went to her side, brushing his tail against her. Her eyes widened and she stopped, dumbstruck.
"Kestrelpaw," Brighttail called, "I need help preparing Brownstar's body for the vigil."
Kestrelpaw nodded and followed her into the medicine den.
A black-and-white she-cat leaped onto the moonlit boulder. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Moonrock for a clan meeting." All assembled around her except for Clawsnake, who stood watch at the camp boundary.
"Someone must keep watch." He growled as he felt the eyes of his clanmates on him.
The she-cat understood. Brownstar had told her about Clawsnake's "sharp eyes" many moons ago, and she had never told anyone the truth. It was a secret between her, Brownstar, and Clawsnake.
She turned her gaze back to her clan and waited patiently as Brighttail and Kestrelpaw carried Brownstar's body out of the medicine den and into the clearing. They joined their clanmates with the scent of herbs on their paws.
"Moonhigh is nigh upon us." The she-cat declared, "Grieving must wait. I say these words before the body of Brownstar, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice," she allowed her gaze to travel over the clan before her eyes came to rest on a brown tom with black stripes, "Snaketail shall be the new deputy of Moonclan."
"Snaketail!"
"Snaketail!"
"Snaketail!"
"Thank you Spottedfoot, I-"
The sky turned a bright orange and a dull roar filled every cat's ears. They looked up to see a massive ball of fire falling across the sky, leaving a blazing trail across the sky, obliterating both moon and stars as it filled the night. The fireball lit up and expanded with a devastating CRACK! The sky filled with dark clouds that extinguished the stars and buried the moon.
Brighttail let out a gasp. "It is an omen! 'When fire falls from the sky, two harbingers of death will be born, and they will destroy the clans'!"
Everyone's gasps of astonishment died and their fur spiked with horror when they heard a grey queen let out a yowl of pain and fall to the ground.
"Greyfeather! What's wrong!" A black-and-grey tom asked with panic in his mew.
"It's the kits, Smearpelt!" Greyfeather hissed. "They're being born!"
A blood scent filled the air, and Brighttail was by Greyfeather's side in an instant. "Complications!" She growled, "Of course!" She turned to Kestrelpaw, who was just standing in the middle of the clearing. "What are you waiting for? Get cobwebs!"
Kestrelpaw dashed into the medicine den and returned with a wad of cobwebs which Brighttail kept at the ready.
"This is going to be painful, but I'm going to have to ask you to wait until the kits are born before I can stop your bleeding."
Greyfeather nodded, then let out another yowl as a ripple of pain spread throughout her body. She hissed and screeched as a bloody bundle slid out. Brighttail passed it to Kestrelpaw, who started licking it ferociously.
"Only one more to go, you're doing great." Brighttail murmured while hoping that no more of Greyfeather's ruby blood would stain the ground before she could stop her bleeding.
"It's a tom!" Kestrelpaw announced as a brown kit with black tabby stripes crawled through his mother's blood seeking out her warm milk, staining his belly fur a dark red. No moonlight at all fell on the clearing.
Greyfeather looked at the little tom, "His name is Lowkit," she hissed before she let out a gasp and a final bloody bundle emerged. Kestrelpaw grabbed it and began licking at it. Brighttail started to stave off Greyfeather's bleeding.
"Well done, well done." She murmured as Greyfeather's blood flow began to ebb.
"It's a she-kit!" Kestrelpaw announced, with fear in his mew. The she-kit was the color of moonlight; not quite white, not quite grey, not quite silver. She wriggled through a river of blood as she made her way to her mother's belly and her brother's side. The darkness stretched on.
Greyfeather looked at her daughter with dull eyes, "Her name is Moonkit." She gasped before her head fell to the ground. Her flank fell and rose no more.
The clan stood in solemn silence as they watched the squirming kits mewl for milk, and receive only their mother's blood staining their paws. Smearpelt looked at his kits as if they were fox cubs.
Lowkit's eyes opened first. They were orange-and-red, tinged with green, as if they were reflecting a distant fire. The clearing remained dark.
Moonkit opened her eyes directly after, her eyes were a vibrant purple, a deep, dark, purple. The moon still hid its face.
The assembled cats realized that these kits were the "harbingers of death" mentioned in the prophecy and backed away from them. Snaketail looked at the kits. "Brighttail, these are the two in the prophecy, right?"
Brighttail nodded.
"Then we should get rid of them!" Smearpelt growled. The other cats murmured assent.
The white she-cat with ice-blue eyes swept past him with a night-black queen beside her. "Wingpaw, Nightshade, what are you-?"
Nightshade looked at the clan with a challenge in her eyes. "I will take care of them, I still have milk." She bent her head and licked Lowkit's pelt clean, Wingpaw did the same with Moonkit. "Any objections?" The queen challenged.
Spottedfoot dipped her head in respect, "Not at all."
"But Spottedfoot-"
"But nothing. The Warrior Code says that all kits must be protected. Regardless of what they may become, they are still helpless kits." Spottedfoot nodded to the night-colored queen, "Thank you."
The queen nodded and took Lowkit in her jaws, Wingpaw took Moonkit. They took the two newborn kits to the nursery, followed closely by the night-colored queen's own two kits. The procession disappeared into the nursery, and the moon shone down on the bloody clearing once again.
Lowkit: You killed our Mom!
Yes.
Moonkit: Why?!
Plot.
Moonkit: What do you mean "plot"?
I mean that it is absolutely necessary for events to play out the way they did here.
Lowkit: Hey! Check out the next chapter!
Moonkit: What do you- OH GREAT STARCLAN, WHY!
Hehe.
Edit: Merged the Clan list with the prologue on June 1st, 2017.