First in series. Takes place in old forest. Enjoy.
Birchclaw sat silently in his vigil as a new warrior, when a shadow flew across the marsh. He dismissed it as nothing until he saw another one. Nerves, he thought, but the third one made him question his doubts. He took a small whiff. ThunderClan. He yowled a call of warning, and soon the Clan of ShadowClan flooded the clearing. Fallenstar, the ShadowClan leader, leaped through the camp, to the top of the highest rock.
"ThunderClan," he screeched, and then the fighting broke out. ThunderClan warriors jumped out from behind trees and began to attack.
Wow, my first night as warrior and I already saved the Clan, Birchclaw thought. That's when he heard the whine. Whisperkit! Foxkit! Jaykit!
Just after his warrior ceremony, Ashfall had kitted. No one knew who had been her mate, so the whole Clan was wondering. Now the kits were whining for help, while their mother tried to calm them.
At that moment Stormstrike, the ThunderClan deputy, dove in. He must be trying to get the kits!
Birchclaw rushed in to the nursery and lunged at Stormstrike. Stormstrike turned quickly and dodged. Birchclaw moved so not to land on the kits, but rolled right into Stormstrike's claws.
"What do you want?" Birchclaw exclaimed.
Stormstrike sunk his claws into him. "We've come to take what's rightfully ours!"
At first Birchclaw was confused but then he understood. No one knew who the kits father was. Ashfall refused to tell anyone. Could it be possible that Stormstrike was their father?
"Run!" meowed Whisperkit, and the kits ran out of the nursery.
Mistflight, another ThunderClan warrior, ran in. Her gaze landed at Ashfall, and she lunged. But Stormstrike, seeing this, jumped in front of her.
He went limp.
Birchclaw stared at Stormstrike's dead body, before he was pulled back into the battle.
More coming soon.