Here is the prologue and the current allegiances. I'm still needing OCs so feel free to submit as many as you want. Please keep the designs as realistic as possible (no pink or purple cats). I hope you enjoy. Its so weird reading people's submissions and knowing that they have no idea what's going to happen in that Clan.
If I kill off your character in further chapters, please don't take it personally. Just thought I'd warn people early on that their characters might die.
Disclaimer: I sadly will never own anything.
Prologue
WindClan
The snow crunched under her paws. She heard pawsteps behind her and turned to look over her shoulder. He stood behind her, his green eyes glittering with mirth as his gaze fell on the kit between her jaws.
"Hurry up," he demanded, his tail lashing angrily. A wave of anger rushed over her but she ignored it. She turned and padded further from the warmth that the kit needed. She could feel his stare as she walked away. After what seemed like moons, she came to a halt right beside the stream that split ThunderClan and WindClan territory. She scanned her surroundings before setting the kit down. She began to quickly dig a small hole in the snow and set the kit inside of it. She sat down and curled herself around the kit, letting it soak up her warmth.
"Whitesong?"
Her head snapped up. A golden she-cat stood before her, a look of confusion on her face. Whitesong slowly got her paws and stepped forwards, shielding the kit from the other cat's view.
"Why are you here?" the unfamiliar cat asked.
"I need your help," Whitesong replied.
The other she-cat bristled. "Why should Ihelp you?" she asked with a slight snarl. "After you betrayed me–"
"Because my son is in trouble!" Whitesong growled, her strange eyes flashing dangerously.
"Wha-what?" the she-cat seemed troubled. "You have a son?"
Whitesong didn't reply. She stepped back to reveal the small kit. "Moorstar wants him dead," her voice cracked and her shoulders shook. "Please. I'm begging you. Take him. Keep him safe."
The other she-cat was silent as she gazed down at the kit. After a while she looked back up at Whitesong. "You realize he will be ridiculed for his heritage."
"He won't know," Whitesong whispered brokenly. "He cannot know. He will believe he is of ThunderClan. He will never know the truth."
"You will fool no one," the she-cat said. She gestured towards him. "He has the body of a WindClan cat. They'd be a fool to think he was of ThunderClan."
"Honeyflower," Whitesong begged. "I will do anything."
The other she-cat, now identified as Honeyflower, pricked her ears. "Anything?"
"Within reason," Whitesong mewed quickly. She fell into a crouch and her tail drooped. Her white pelt blended in with the snow. "Please."
Honeyflower didn't reply. She simply stepped over the border and grasped the kit's scruff in her jaws. He hung limply and Whitesong leaned forwards to make sure he was breathing. When she was sure that he was, she turned away, her gaze fixed on ground in front of her and her eyes filled with tears.
"What's his name?" Honeyflower called after her. Her voice was muffled by his fur but Whitesong still heard it over the raging wind. She glanced back, a longing look on her face.
"He was born this morning," she said. "He doesn't have one."
With that, she turned and padded away until she was out of sight.
...
When she entered camp, Moorstar was waiting for her. His eyes looked slightly brighter when he noted that the kit wasn't with her anymore.
"Is it done?" he asked, getting straight to the point. Whitesong dipped her head, her heart heavy.
"It is done." She mewed. A dark smile graced Moorstar's lips and he nodded at her in a respectful manor.
"I knew there was a reason I chose you as deputy." He said before swiftly turning away and entering his den. Whitesong stared after him, hateful thoughts forming in her mind. She caught sight of Ferndapple's pitiful glance but ignored it. She trudged back to the nursery and curled up in her nest, burying her nose in her remaining kit's fur and using warm fur to stifle her sobs.
ShadowClan
Nightpool glanced at her companion. His ginger pelt seemed to glow in the moonlight and his amber eyes blazed with disbelief as he stared at her.
"What?" his voice was barely audible in the roar of the wind.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. She ducked her head in shame, her eyes fixed on her paws. "There's nothing I can do."
"There must be something!" his desperation broke Nightpool's heart and she shook her head.
The tom muttered something and started pacing across the floor of her den. Every so often he would cast angry glances at her and Nightpool wished she'd never told him.
"We could say they're rogues," she offered. He didn't reply and she turned her head to StarClan. Please. Let them be okay, she prayed.
"Someone's bound to find out," he snarled. Nightpool's eyes snapped open.
"Don't act as though this is my fault!" she snapped. His gaze shot to her as though he were surprised she'd spoken. "This is just as much your fault as it is mine."
He didn't acknowledge her words, simply shaking his head and staring up at the sky. He's praying too, Nightpool realized.
"Are you sure there isn't a way to get rid of them?" he asked, turning back to her suddenly. Nightpool shook her head. "No herb? Nothing?"
She flinched when he sounded disappointed and he rested his tail on her shoulder. "Look, Nightpool, I'm sorry," he took a deep breath. "I just don't know what this means for our Clan."
Nightpool raised her eyes to look at him and she quickly licked his cheek. "I will go to the moonpool," she mewed. "Say I found them on my way back. It will all be okay, you'll see."
He just nodded, still looking worried.
"I love you," she added, hoping he'd look at her. He did and his face softened.
"I love you, too,"
ThunderClan
"You can't leave!" Foreststar growled. Silverpetal glared at him defiantly.
"I can and I will!" she snarled back. Foreststar lashed his tail and he rose to his paws, leaping off the high rock and stepping forwards until his was nose to nose with Silverpetal.
"Why?" he asked, his voice strangely soft. Silverpetal blinked.
"Why?" she repeated, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked. "Is it because I left you?"
The clearing was so quiet, you could hear a the kits in the nursery mewling. The silence was broken by Silverpetal's laugh.
"You think…?" she was laughing so hard that should couldn't finish her sentence. Foreststar didn't look amused. When she had finally stopped her laughing fit, she continued.
"I'm doing this because you are a horrible leader," she growled, solemnly. "I'm doing this because you refuse to step down as leader."
"Where will you go?" Foreststar tried. Silverpetal seemed to falter before she regained her confidence.
"To the unclaimed lands," she replied.
"No one will join you." Foreststar hissed, his pelt bristling as he realized he was losing the battle.
"Really?" Silverpetal turned and gazed around the clearing and meeting the gazes of several clanmates. "Who will join me?" she asked.
No one said anything. Foreststar turned to smirk at Silverpetal triumphantly when a black she-cat spoke up.
"I will come with you,"
Silverpetal blinked at her gratefully. Her sister, Blacksong, was loved throughout the Clan and if she joined her then others would too. Rivertail, a blue-gray tom, suddenly looked nervous.
"I suppose I will too," he said, coming to stand beside his mate. Blacksong leaned against him, breathing heavily. Silverpetal wondered for a second whether she should stay. Blacksong's kits would arrive any day and she might not make it to the unclaimed lands.
But in her hesitance, more and more cats spoke up, declaring their loyalty to her. Silverpetal twisted around to look at Foreststar, who looked more and more outraged with every second that passed.
"That settles it," Silverpetal mewed loudly, turning back to Foreststar. "We will be leaving now,"
Several cats looked shocked, obviously having thought that they'd be waiting at least until dawn to leave, but nevertheless, they began milling about, saying goodbye to their loved ones.
"Silverpetal," a voice rasped. Silverpetal turned around. An old black tom stood before her, his eyes alight with confusion. "What are you doing?"
Silverpetal blinked. "I'm saving ThunderClan," she mewed.
"No," the tom gasped. "You are destroying it,"
"You don't know what you're talking about, Papa," Silverpetal laughed, nervously. A few of her Clanmates were giving her and the tom strange looks. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, changing the subject. The tom looked offended.
"Go?" he asked. "Where would I go?"
"With Blacksong and me," Silverpetal replied. "To the unclaimed lands."
The tom stared at her for what seemed like moons before finally replying, "Unclaimed lands?"
Silverpetal sighed, gesturing Rivertail over with a flick of her tail. "Please help him through the territory," she mewed. "I'll help Blacksong," she said, sensing his objection. Rivertail nodded and turned to guide Redhollow out of the camp.
"Let's go," Silverpetal called, flicking her tail and padding over to Blacksong's side. Blacksong leaned against her and Silverpetal began to lead the way out of the ThunderClan camp.
"Where are we going?" Rivertail called from behind them. "Like, actually going?"
Silverpetal raised her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes blazed with a newfound fire. "We're going to LightningClan."
RiverClan
A scream cut through the air. Eskerkit looked up. Reedtail was limping into the camp. Eskerkit watched Pearlpelt rush over to him, making sure that he was alright. He watched Reedtail brush her off and gently roll a lumpy looking figure onto the floor. His heart sank when he recognized the unique colouring of Streampaw. Her pale brown-gray fur was matted with blood and as Eskerkit crept closer, he noticed that her body was twisted at a weird angle. Her neck was practically facing her tail and Eskerkit fought the urge to vomit. He wanted to look away, but found he couldn't. He faintly heard Swiftbranch ask what happened, but his eyes were glued on Streampaw's body.
"No again," he heard Rabbitkit groan. He spun around to face the older kit, his eyes wide with fear.
"Has this happened before?" he asked. Rabbitkit snapped his mouth shut and glared at Eskerkit. "Well?" Eskerkit prompted. "Has it?"
Rabbitkit sighed and nodded. "This is at least the fourth time, that I've seen at least."
Eskerkit stared at him, horrified. "You mean it might have happened more than four times?"
"Yes," Rabbitkit looked away.
"Who were the others?" Eskerkit asked.
"Coralflower-"
Eskerkit gasped. He recalled from the stories his parents told that Coralflower had been Pearlpelt's sister.
"–Deeppool, and Shellkit."
"Akit?" Eskerkit felt a shiver run down his spine as Rabbitkit nodded. He silently vowed he'd never leave camp again until he was apprenticed.
"Eskerkit!" Pearlpelt rushed over. She started nudging Eskerkit back towards the nursery, casting a dirty look at Rabbitkit.
"Why can't I stay out, Mama?" Eskerkit whined. Pearlpelt shushed him.
"You're too young to see this," she mewed, practically shoving him into the nursery.
"But Rabbitkit said he's seen three others," Eskerkit said. Pearlpelt stared at him in horror.
"What did he tell you?" she asked with a growl.
"That Coralflower," Pearlpelt flinched. "Deeppool, and Shellkit also died."
"I don't want you anywhere near that kit," Pearlpelt hissed, glaring out at the white tom through the branches.
Eskerkit was silent as he followed his mother back to their nest. He climbed in behind her and curled up against her, closing his eyes sleepily and breathing in her scent. He blinked his eyes open drowsily when he remembered something.
"Mama?" he yawned. Pearlpelt leaned down and licked his head to show she was listening. "Who's Shellkit?" Pearlpelt stiffened and was silent. Eskerkit was almost asleep when he finally heard his mother's soft reply.
"Shellkit was Rabbitkit's sister."
SkyClan
Duskheart's throat was slit, Morningpaw realized. This wasn't an accident, this was murder. She watched Lilywish fuss over the dead she-cat and frowned. She could feel Eveningpaw's presence beside her and shifted to show that she had noticed. Both she-cats were silent was the watched Lilywish groom Duskheart's blood covered pelt.
Morningpaw winced as she recalled that one day, that would be her, having to clean the fur of dead cats and prepare their bodies for burial.
She had known Duskheart and the she-cat was possibly the kindest cat in the Clans. Who would want to kill her?Morningpaw wondered. She watched as one of the elders padded over to Lilywish and mew something to her. Lilywish nodded and stood up, approaching Morningpaw and Eveningpaw while the elder took over grooming Duskheart.
"You should get some rest," Lilywish mewed solemnly when she'd reached the apprentices.
"But –" Morningpaw started.
"No buts," Lilywish said, sternly. "You are much too young to sit up with her and it is already late." She flicked her tail towards the Medicine Cat den. "You may sleep in there or the apprentices' den. I don't care, just get some sleep." With that said, she padded off, casting a stern glance over her shoulder. Eveningpaw sighed.
"Come on then," she said. "Let's go to sleep."
Morningpaw followed her to the apprentices' den and they both entered. Midnightpaw was already asleep in his nest, snoring. Morningpaw swallowed a purr of amusement and settled down in her nest. She was almost asleep when she heard Eveningpaw ask, "Morningpaw? Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Morningpaw nodded sleepily and Eveningpaw nudged her nest closer and curled up next to Morningpaw.
Morningpaw would never admit it, but she felt a sense of relief wash over her when she felt her sister's pelt press against her. She always felt safer around her littermates. She breathed in her sister's sweet scent and closed her eyes, sending a quick prayer to StarClan asking to have a dream-free night.
The last thing she saw before she was swallowed by darkness was a pair of gleaming green eyes.
Allegiances
ShadowClan
Leader: Redstar – dark ginger tabby tom with a white underbelly, chest, muzzle, and paws, and amber eyes
Deputy: Hawkshadow – dark gray and white tabby tom with yellow-amber eyes
Medicine Cat(s): Nightpool – sleek black she-cat
Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)
Eagleflame – ginger and white tabby tom with amber eyes
Morningsky – pale blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes
Sunburst – small golden and orange tabby tom with green eyes (daughter: Wildkit)
Apprentices (toms and she-cats training to be warriors or medicine cats)
Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Cinderlight – blue-gray she-cat with blue-green eyes; mother to Flamestripe's kits: Firekit (dark ginger tabby tom), Icekit (white she-kit), Waterkit (pale blue-gray she-kit), and Snowkit (gray and white tabby she-kit)
Kits (toms and she-cats under six moons)
Wildkit – unusually small calico she-kit with green eyes (father: Sunburst)
Elders (former queens and warriors who are now retired)
ThunderClan
Leader: Foreststar – white tom with dark brown tabby patches and green eyes
Deputy:
Medicine Cat(s):
Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)
Stagleg – black tom with brown legs and paws and yellow eyes
Honeyflower – slim golden tabby she-cat
Apprentices (toms and she-cats training to be warriors or medicine cats)
Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Lilyfoot – long-furred dark gray and gray she-cat with hazel eyes; mother to Stagleg's kit: Gracefulkit (silky, fluffy, black she-kit with hazel eyes)
Kits (toms and she-cats under six moons)
Breezekit – black tom with ice blue eyes
Elders (former queens and warriors who are now retired)
LightningClan
Leader: Silverstar – black she-cat with silver paws, spots and bright amber eyes
Deputy:
Medicine Cat(s):
Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)
Rivertail – blue-gray tom with black and white paws
Apprentices (toms and she-cats training to be warriors or medicine cats)
Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Blacksong – black she-cat with soft blue eyes; mother to Rivertail's kits: Shadekit (black tom with dark gray stripes and blue eyes and Bluekit (beautiful blue-gray she-kit with silver spots and green eyes)
Elders (former queens and warriors who are now retired)
Redhollow – black tom with russet spots and amber eyes
WindClan
Leader: Moorstar – light brown tabby tom with green eyes
Deputy: Whitesong (currently in the nursery)
Medicine Cat(s):
Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)
Fungustail – smoke gray and cream tom
Apprentices (toms and she-cats training to be warriors or medicine cats)
Rainpaw – gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Stormpaw – dark gray she-cat with gray eyes
Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Whitesong – fluffy white she-cat with one amber eye and one ice blue eye; mother to Moorstar's kits:
Ferndapple – dappled black, brown, and ginger she-cat with a white underbelly, chest, muzzle, and paws; mother to
Elders (former queens and warriors who are now retired)
RiverClan
Leader: Alderstar – dark brown tom with yellow eyes
Deputy:
Medicine Cat(s): Swiftbranch – messy furred cream and white tom with a light brown muzzle and yellow eyes
Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)
Reedtail – golden-brown tom with blue eyes
Pearlpelt – white she-cat with yellow eyes
Apprentices (toms and she-cats training to be warriors or medicine cats)
Eskerpaw – light gray tom with blue eyes
Perchpaw – golden-brown tom with a white underbelly and yellow eyes
Minnowpaw – white she-cat with golden-brown spots and yellow eyes
Rabbitpaw – very fluffy white tom with strong hind legs
Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Elders (former queens and warriors who are now retired)
SkyClan
Leader:
Deputy: Ravenflight – black tabby she-cat with deep green eyes
Medicine Cat(s): Lilywish – pretty silver tabby she-cat with yellow-green eyes
Apprentice, Morningpaw
Warriors (toms and she-cats without kits)
Cloudsoar – gray and white tom with blue eyes
Apprentices (toms and she-cats training to be warriors or medicine cats)
Morningpaw – beautiful scrawny small white she-cat with golden, red, and orange patches and black paws; bright blue eyes
Eveningpaw – beautiful scrawny small white she-cat with golden, red, and orange patches, bright amber eyes
Midnightpaw – black tom with golden, and yellow spots; amber eyes
Queens (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Elders (former queens and warriors who are now retired)
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