Author's Note- HI! This is definitely a first for me, and for that I must thank my super awesome incredible mini-me! If she didn't write Warriors stories, I never would've come up with this… :D
Disclaimer- Like I've said millions of times. If I owned Harry Potter/Warriors/Ouran/Young Justice, I'd be rich… So just learn to understand that I DON'T!
Oh, and if you don't like OC stories, like completely OC, then don't read this. I mean, really. If you do, and you don't like it, go ahead and review crappily. I'll just laugh at your stupidity.
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Allegiances
ThunderClan
Leader- Crossstar—Huge, pale gold tabby with a large orange zigzag stripe down his tail. Black eyes. Fair temper, mind-blowing strategist. Likes to joke around, but will be serious if any of his Clan are threatened.
(Mate- Arrowbreeze)
Deputy- Sparklewind—Huge, black as night tom, dark amber eyes. Quiet, serious, awesome hunter/warrior. So named because his mom (A totally ditzy kittypet) saw a sparkly rock when she was having him.
(Love interest- Dawnstripe)
Medicine Cat- Frostheart—Small, pale brown she-cat with icy blue eyes. Has a slightly twisted front left paw. Could've made an excellent warrior but decided that even though it would suck to not have love, she wanted to be a medicine cat. Sweet, compassionate, and caring. Snappy when needed.
Apprentice- Ashpaw
Warriors (Toms and she-cats without kits)
Lionwing—Large, dark gold tom. Strong, friendly.
(Mate- Specklefoot)
Dragonstorm—Small, lithe hunter. Dark gray, with green eyes. Snappy, but sweet to his mate.
Apprentice- Dapplepaw (Mate- Oakpelt)
Oakpelt—Pretty ginger tabby she-cat. Often helps out Frostheart. Good fighter, kind of goofy.
(Mate- Dragonstorm)
Dawnstripe—Bluish-gray she-cat with dawn-orange eyes. Fast runner, afraid of foxes. Sweet, but won't take your crap.
Apprentice- Treepaw (Love interest- ?)
Burntail—White and gray she-cat, lost her tail in a fire. Nice, kind of grumpy.
Whiteclaw—Magnificent white tabby tom. Good heart, basically awesome.
Apprentice- Seapaw
Heartfang—Dark red she-cat. Serious but sweet.
Apprentice- Sunpaw
Darkfur—Black and white tabby tom. Bad tempered, rude.
Arrowbreeze—Dusky brown she-cat. Quiet, but her hunting skills are spoke about by all of the Clans.
Mothblaze—Completely black, except for random white hairs threading through her back. Young, despite the white hairs. Spunky, kick-ass-ask-questions-later kind of cat.
Apprentices (more than six moons old, in training to become warriors)
Sunpaw—Broad gold tom. Stubborn, but a quick learner. No siblings.
Dapplepaw—A tiny, nervous, and sweet tortoiseshell she-cat.
(Siblings- Treepaw and Sweetkit)
Ashpaw—A light gray tabby tom with black stripes. Caring, great inner sadness.
(Love interest- Sweetkit) (That'll be explained in a little while, I promise)
(Sibling- Seapaw)
Treepaw—Big, dark tortoiseshell tom. Loud, protective, stubborn.
Seapaw—Big, sweet she-cat. Snappy. Light gray tabby.
Queens (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)
Lightningwind—A pale gold tabby. Newest queen.
(3 kits)
(Sibling- Crossstar)
(Father of her kits will be explained!)
Specklefoot—Pretty ginger tabby. Snappy, stubborn, but caring.
(3 kits- two became apprentices)
(Mate- Lionwing)
Kits
(Lw) – They're two moons old
Nightkit—Dark tabby she-cat.
Moonkit—Pale tabby tom.
Rosekit—Pinkish she-cat.
(Sf) – Seven moons old
Sweetkit—Pale brown pelt (long furred), bright green eyes. Sweet, caring, big heart. Got greencough, and missed the apprentice ceremony.
(Love interest—You'll figure it out!)
Elders
Spottedfang—Snappy, blind tom. Black and white.
Willowear—White tabby she-cat. Loves to tell stories.
Flower—Kittypet who showed up at ThunderClan when she was a kit. Pale gold. Became a good warrior.
(Mother of Crossstar and Lightningwind.)
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Chapter 1
Written In the Stars
Sweetkit's POV
My cough was finally starting to go away, but it was already too late.
I was still a kit, when I was supposed to be an apprentice. A sigh slipped out of my lips involuntarily, and Ashpaw instantly jumped up from his bed of moss near Frostheart.
"Are you okay, Sweetkit?" He mewed, sniffing around me. I didn't fight the urge to hiss at him.
"Leave me alone! I'm fine!"
"Ashpaw, let her be. I'm about to take you out to gather herbs." Frostheart's throaty purr eased my anger slightly, but I still narrowed my eyes at Ashpaw.
Why can't I be an apprentice with you? Now we can't be… Together.
I gave up being angry all together, and sighed again.
"Sweetkit, if you're up to it, I'm sure you can walk around the clearing today. Maybe go visit the elders," Frostheart proposed. I flicked my ears to show I'd heard, and she licked my head softly.
"It'll be okay. You'll be one soon, I promise." I purred at her words. She and Ashpaw padded out of her den.
I sat pondering her words for a little while, then tried to stand. I was shaky, my legs threatening to collapse under me, but I was up. I took a few experimental steps around the den, stumbled more than a few times, and finally got the hang of walking again.
I stepped out of the den into the bright sunlight. I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to adjust.
A yowl from my left startled me.
My brother, Treepaw, was barreling towards me. Dapplepaw, my sister, intercepted him.
"You can't tackle Sweetkit! You might hurt her!" Dapplepaw mewed, before turning and tackling me herself, though gently. "I've missed you Sweetkit!"
"You just came and visited me yesterday!" I meowed, laughing.
"Yeah, but yesterday was sooo long ago!" Treepaw cried. Dapplepaw started laughing with me.
A familiar voice burst into our conversation.
"Treepaw! You're coming on a hunting patrol with me!" Dawnstripe yowled, glaring at my brother from the entrance to the hollow.
He raced towards her.
"And you're supposed to be getting fresh moss for the elders' bedding!" Dragonstorm growled, as he came up behind us. Dapplepaw jumped a foot into the air, and I saw her eyes fill with tears.
"I'm sorry!" She squeaked, then rushed off.
Dragonstorm nodded at me, then prowled off to join the hunting patrol.
I glared at his back, angry once more because he'd frightened my little sister.
"Mouse-brain," I snapped under my breath. Dragonstorm's ears flicked, and I realized I'd said the insult too loudly. The large tom didn't turn though, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
Someone cuffed the side of my head, and I tottered.
"You should respect your elders!" Specklefoot, my mother, meowed. She then purred, and rubbed against my side.
"I'll try," I mewed. Her purr became a hissing laugh. Specklefoot licked one of my ears, the bounded off into the forest to hunt. I looked longingly after her.
"Sweetkit!" Seapaw, Ashpaw's sister, raced around me, skidding as she tried to stop. I laughed lightly.
She leaped back towards me, and this time landed at my side.
"How are you?" She mewed excitedly.
"I'm fine, thanks to Frostheart and your brother. They've helped a lot," I replied.
"You know that my-" Whiteclaw, one of the nicest warriors, came up and cut her off.
"Come, Seapaw. We've got training. You can talk with Sweetkit when we return. Good day, Sweetkit." He nodded at me, and I dipped my head back. I guess he's her mentor.
Suddenly, I was alone in the middle of the hollow. I wandered dejectedly over to the fresh-kill pile, and grabbed a mouse. From there I trundled over to where the elders were sunning themselves.
"Hello!" I called around the mouse. Flower, a once-beautiful pale gold tabby, was the first to greet me. The rude and grumpy Spottedfang just grumbled. I placed the mouse at the feet of Willowear.
She and Flower began sharing it, and after a few bites each they tossed it to Spottedfang. Though blind, he knew exactly where it was, and finished it off quickly.
"Thank you, Sweetkit. How are you feeling?" Willowear asked. Her tail flicked in the air, and I decided that it'd be nice to curl up in the sun with them.
"Fine. Do you mind if I lay here with you guys for a little while? Frostheart and Ashpaw are out gathering herbs, and everyone else is out doing something… Dapplepaw is supposed to be bringing you fresh moss for bedding."
"We don't need new bedding!" Flower mewed. She turned and glared at Spottedfang. "If you didn't complain so much!" She hissed.
"Well I'm sorry if my bedding is damp! Whenever it's damp, my bones start aching!" Spottedfang hissed back.
Willowear began calming them both, then turned back to me.
"Would you like to hear a story while you're waiting, then?" I nodded enthusiastically. Willowear was a master storyteller, and she always told the best ones.
"Don't drone on and on about Firestar, Willowear!" Spottedfang snapped, then began stretching. He curled up again.
"I wasn't going to, Spottedfang," Willowear mewed calmly. She turned back to me, rolling her eyes. "What story would you like to hear?" She asked.
Of course, my favorite story came to mind. "Tell me about Yellowfang!" Willowear smiled softly.
"That's a very difficult story to tell, young one," Willowear purred.
"Please Willowear?" I pleaded. She laughed.
"Okay. A long, long time ago, long before even we even came to the lake, there was a medicine cat named Yellowfang. Before she became a medicine cat, she was a warrior, which was unheard of in those days. She was amazing at both, though her true calling came from healing. While she was the ShadowClan medicine cat, tragedy struck.
"The leader, Brokenstar, was making kits apprentices before they were six moons. One day, he took three kits out to teach them how to fight, and he killed them. He blamed the deaths of the kits on Yellowfang, and she became a loner. She wandered around on ThunderClan territory, and then she was found by Firestar, Firepaw at the time.
"Yellowfang was hungry and sick, so Firepaw caught her a rabbit, after they'd fought a bit. When they finished off the rabbit, ThunderClan warriors arrived. Tigerclaw, being the traitor he was, instantly began berating the two of them. Bluestar, of course, stopped it, and rightly punished Firepaw for feeding an enemy warrior and himself before his Clan."
I cut in, nearly bouncing with excitement at one of my favorite parts. "He became her apprentice!"
Willowear laughed, then continued.
"Yes, Bluestar did take Firepaw as her apprentice, but for a while, his duties were to take care of Yellowfang. This forged a bond between the two, though Yellowfang could be as grouchy as Spottedfang!
"Then, Spottedleaf was murdered. She was Firepaw's first love. They weren't meant to be, but it still hit Firepaw hard. However, another would rise in her place of healing. Yellowfang, of course, was the most likely candidate, and she did become the medicine cat of ThunderClan. Soon, though, her past would come back to ha-"
Crossstar's yowl cut off Willowear.
"Let all those old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath Highrock!" The elders began the descent from the sunning rock, while I just sat there. The Clan members began gather under the rock, and I heard someone mew my name.
Frostheart was beckoning me forward with her tail, though her eyes stayed on our leader. My eyes widened, but I still padded down the rock, slipping once, and tumbling down the rest of the way.
Darkfur sneered at me, and then I felt a tail wrap around my body. I glanced over to see Treepaw, and then Dapplepaw came up on my other side.
"It has been a hard leaf-bare, and there are few kits. But we have a good batch of apprentices and warriors. It is time for another to join the ranks of these good cats, since she could not previously." My whole body stiffened as I realized what Crossstar was talking about.
I was getting to become an apprentice.
I didn't care that it was a moon late.
I was getting to become an apprentice!
My mother came up behind me, and licked the dust off of my body. She purred approvingly.
"Sweetkit, step forward!" The crowd of cats cleared, and I was alone in the middle.
"I, Crossstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this kit. She has been kept waiting long enough for this honor. She is strong, and overcame a sickness that most adult cats cannot." It was mostly thanks to Frostheart… But then again… No thinking!
Crossstar locked eyes with me, then meowed, "From this day forward, until she earns her warrior name, this apprentice will be called Sweetpaw!" I almost squeaked with excitement, then contained myself.
My leader's eyes drifted over the crowd of cats, and I wondered which warrior would be my mentor. Maybe my father, Lionwing? Or maybe the mate of Dragonstorm, Oakpelt? Hopefully not the grouch Darkfur… Possibly Bu-
"I will mentor her." I almost fell over in shock.
Crossstar is going to mentor me?
He leaped down from Highrock, and kept his face serious, though his eyes were highly amused.
He bent down slightly, and touched his nose to mine.
Cries of my new name rose up, and I felt a blush searing across my face.
"Sweetpaw! Sweetpaw!"
"Frostheart has already informed me that you will be staying in her den a few more days, so when she deems you completely healthy, I'll take you out on a tour of ThunderClan," Crossstar said. I nodded eagerly, then tried to stop myself from asking the question most likely on everyone's mind.
"Why did you choose to mentor me?"
Crossstar smiled at me, then turned to leap back up on Highrock. His tail gently flicked my face.
My siblings rushed forward and tackled me eagerly.
"Sweetpaw! Sweetpaw!" They yowled. I purred happily, as the nice warriors came forward to congratulate me.
Finally, things calmed, and I stumbled back to Frostheart's den. Someone came up on my right side, and helped me walk. I glanced over to see Ashpaw staring at the ground in front of his paws.
"I'm going to miss seeing you in the den," He mewed softly. My heart stopped in my chest for a moment, then began again frantically.
"Why'd you want to be a medicine cat's apprentice? I mean, you've got to be an amazing hunter and fighter…" The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. Ashpaw turned his head towards me, and I realized for the first time how big he was compared to me.
"At first I didn't want to be a medicine cat. However, StarClan has chosen this path for me. And of course, I had ulterior motives," Ashpaw purred.
"What were they?"
"You got sick. I was scared out of my mind, because without luck, and the right treatment, many warriors die from greencough. I was scared I was going to lose you, and then, of course, you pulled through."
Again, my heart stopped.
"Alright, who put you up to this?" I hissed, jerking away from his support. I stumbled, and then whirled around to face him.
It was just after sunhigh, and everyone was sharing tongues. I wanted nothing more than to take back my words and go sit with the elders again.
"No one. I'm telling the truth," He hissed back, flattening his ears. We each stood our ground, but then a coughing fit overcame me.
"Don't touch me, mouse- brain!" I snapped when he stepped forward. Ashpaw ignored me, and slid under me. He stood again, and I was draped across his shoulders. I kept coughing as he ran across the clearing to his den.
"Frostheart!" He yowled. My coughing still didn't stop, and my lungs began to ache. I couldn't breathe around the coughs, and my vision was starting to go fuzzy.
I could hear Frostheart's drumming heart all around me. The slow, relaxed breathing of Flower reached my ears. The low mews of Crossstar and Sparklewind also came to me, though I couldn't focus on them.
Every sound in the forest; around the lake; from everywhere exploded in my mind.
Is this what dying is like?
Suddenly, the little cave was filled with cats, though they were see-through.
It is not your time to join us, Sweetpaw. One of them mewed. It was a she-cat, and her form constantly shifted into a Twoleg.
Who are you?
Your great-great-grandmother. I am Aune. A tall spiky haired Twoleg male came up beside her, but he shifted into a tom.
I almost died right then and there.
This is too much for her to take in. Her powers will come soon, but for now, she needs air. And sleep. Live, Sweetpaw. We will speak again soon. This was a tom, a silver tabby with two colored eyes.
And then air was rushing into my aching lungs, and the spectral cats disappeared.
"Sweetpaw! Thank StarClan!" Ashpaw exclaimed. He nuzzled me, and I could hear his heart pounding.
Frostheart came up with some catmint, chewed up on a leaf.
"Eat this, Sweetpaw. You may not be as healthy as I thought you were."
I'm going to kill Ashpaw for getting her so riled up.
I jumped in shock. I just heard Frostheart's thoughts.
I just heard Frostheart's thoughts! Holy shit!
More and more thoughts rushed at me.
Dammit… Sparklewind is such a mouse-brain! – Dawnstripe.
Mm… This sun feels sooo good. – Willowear.
I need to tell Crossstar about Coldmoon… - Lightningwind.
I fainted.
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Author's Note- Well, what'd you guys think of the first chapter? I'm going to have different songs title each chapter, a kinda sorta first for me. Review, my lovelies! :D Oh, and I got permission to use Aune, and Shiny from 's crossover!