Prologue: Rebellion
"This isn't right… Nothing is right… When we created StarClan, we did not mean for things to be like this!"
The small silver tabby she cat had to keep herself from hissing as she stared at the large group of cats meeting. The last thing that she wanted was to give her position away for the Council of StarClan would try to drag her in, try to talk her to their side.
"And the last thing I want to do is argue with Oakstar of ThunderClan again," she bitterly thought. "If I had my way… If the Dark Forest was working the way that WE wanted it, I would have sent that mousebrain tom there to cool his head! And also that mousebrain medicine cat Ravenwing! He is very lucky that none of my littermates are willing to step into StarClan to punish him! Then again, that might be changing soon…"
Keeping a growl deep within her throat, her blue eyes scanned each figure that sat on the Council. Each 'strong and brave' leader from each of the remaining clans… Each 'kind and helpful' medicine cat… A proud tradition that has stood strong for almost as long as the clans has stood. The silver tabby and white she cat noticed that there only a few broken links in the chain of succession. The ones that she knew off the top of her head that were missing from the leader were Ripplestar of ShadowClan and Pinestar of ThunderClan. She also noticed that there were several medicine cats missing from the lineup. She curled her lip.
"This Council is nothing but a power play for those that join!" she mentally snapped. "If you don't follow their plan for you, then you are not accepted! There are a few medicine cats that are not accepted because they fell in love… It should not be a crime to fall in love. After all, they are just cats like everyone else: it's impossible to stop love. Besides, they still have family, you mousebrain. Also… I don't like how they handle the cats that happen to develop powers… They either send them on the path of a medicine cat or force them into a role of a hero… Neither way, StarClan does their best to cut their chances of reproducing…"
That attitude frustrated her. She was one of those 'power' cats even though the clans over time have forgotten that fact, raising her up as if she was someone to be worshipped. She failed to believe that she was that special.
"I alone did not create StarClan!" she snarled to herself. "My littermates each had their part in creating this place for the fallen, where they could safety watch their descendants, with a place where those that have committed crimes could possibly be reformed. However, it turns out that there was some… side effects. And they have led to this corruption."
However, her heart ached as she remembered that there should be more cats on this Council. There was one clan that had been lost to time.
"SkyClan should still be here," she added in her head. "Not lost… Even now, no one can find their spirits… Besides for Birdflight, Spottedpelt, and Gorseclaw. And even then, Birdflight's grief for her lost family… Unable to see her true mate… Forced to take on another mate in order to truly be accepted into ThunderClan… And the rest of StarClan has not helped! When all of the SkyClan spirits ended up following their clan, the rest of the spirits turned on them. While the Council knows of SkyClan, they have forbidden from speaking about them with those outside… And anyone that knows cannot state anything to the living cats… They can only learn about SkyClan when they are dead…"
She remembered watching as a ShadowClan medicine cat getting thrown out of the Council for even hinting at SkyClan to a living medicine cat apprentice.
"Well, all I know is that this farce will end!" she stated. "I will find where they have hidden my brother… And I will free him! Then, with some help, I will bring StarClan down… And maybe, just maybe, we can reshape and recreate a new place in the afterlife… A place where the death cannot control the fates of the living."
"Cats of the Council!" a voice called out. "A prophecy has come!"
As the Council began to talk about the new prophecy, the silver tabby she cat felt it enter her mind. As she helped give StarClan form and her descendants ran throughout the clans, she ended up receiving all prophecies and omens. It seriously upset her, but it did help fuel her anger at the Council. Thanks to the future sight that the siblings accidently gave the StarClan spirits, they could see the most likely paths that a cat was going to take. However, the silver tabby had noticed that StarClan never seemed to tell the living cats the whole prophecy. They always ended up leaving out parts and gave out half truths. An argument from the group returned her focus onto them.
"Wait, why are we going to just send the sign to ThunderClan's medicine cat?" exclaimed one of the WindClan medicine cats. "Why shouldn't the other clans know about this?"
The silver tabby curled her lip as she recognized him as Hawkheart. In StarClan's eyes, he was a loyal medicine cat that had been a warrior that did his duty. In her eyes, he was a murderer.
"That whole situation was wrong," she growled in her mind. "First they sent a sign to Goosefeather that ThunderClan needed to attack WindClan for no reason… They then sent a sign to Hawkheart that he needed to take out a certain warrior, for the good of the clans. And, to this day, Moonflower has no knowledge on why she needed to die. All so that Bluestar could be molded into the leader they wanted. Bluestar would have been fine! In fact, she would have been better with her family around her!"
"Because, ThunderClan will be the best place for the fire," sneered Oakstar. "However, I cannot see why the fire has to be some worthless kittypet! There are several kits being born that would be perfect to save the clans…"
"The prophecy has spoken," mewed Sunstar, glaring at Oakstar. "We will be sending the sign to Spottedleaf. And you will never know how a cat will be. You, of all cats, should not be judging others just based on blood…"
"Kittypets should not be allowed in the clans," Oakstar growled. "I personally will never accept such a thing. Kittypets have done nothing but cause trouble for the clans! They don't care for our borders, take our prey, and cause injuries to our warriors!"
Several of the cats just rolled their eyes. The silver tabby just became furious by his words.
"I wonder what he would think about the fact that my mother was a kittypet!" she snapped. "Considering the fact that everyone seems to worship the ground that I step on!"
"Okay…" mewed one of the RiverClan leaders. "Then it is agreed… We will send the sign to Spottedleaf… 'Fire alone will save the clan.'"
"Okay, that isn't the full prophecy," she thought with alarm. "From outside he shall come, to slow the destruction. Fire alone may save the clans, but the troubles will not end. The lion and tiger shall meet in battle and blood shall rule the forest. However, there is time to change the path of darkness… Look towards the outsiders, the half-clan, the betrayed… Look for those on the run, blessings forced onto their spirits… Look towards those imprisoned, forced under another's rule... For linage alone will fall to the darkness of the forest… Take those with willing spirits: to grow, to change, to be loyal. The fire shall fan the flames of change, of kindness, of acceptance… As from one came six, the clans will have to become one to survive… Then one shall be separate once more… If they survive…"
Seeing that the Council had mostly agreed on what to do, the silver tabby and white she cat decided that it was time to leave. The last thing that she wanted was for cats to try and butter her up, even if they knew nothing about her but the rumors. She carefully crawled out of the bushes and calmly walked in the opposite direction of where the Council members were going. Despite being terribly upset with the group, her heart ached. They were still, in a way, her children. However, they still needed to be punished for what they have done.
"Roseheart, Briarpatch, Paleclaw, Smallstripe, and Lionmane," she muttered. "My kits… I'm sorry but your descendants are just a group of mousebrains! The future is not for others to control!"
Then again, she can't even remember the last time she saw her kits. The last time that she saw them, they had separated, staying within their adopted clans. They had not wanted to talk to her, because she had argued that family was more important than clans. They highly disagreed. That had been before Roseheart had disappeared with the rest of the SkyClan spirits. Her remaining kits made it a point to avoid her if they happened to see her.
"While in the current age, the clan might as well be family," the silver tabby thought. "However, when you all joined the clans… After I gave you away to keep the peace… After I willingly took on a warrior name while dying… The clans were mostly a group of strangers that had similar skills..."
While she knew that some of the cats in all of the cats were family, not all of them were. There were a few kittypets while others were rogues or loners that had either liked the idea of a group or just wanted protection. After all, not everyone joined the clans wanting the best for the group.
Now noticing that she was far enough from where the Council met, the silver tabby began to run, her sights on a starless, dark area. While others fear the area, she wasn't afraid. She had nothing to hide except her thoughts against StarClan, and there was nothing that any cat could do about that. Too many cats held her in high regard and doing so would start the beginning of the end for StarClan.
"The illusions of the Dark Forest will not hurt anyone that regrets their actions," she added as she ran. "So many StarClan cats will be safe, unless they have done something that is wrong. Oakstar would die the moment he stepped into the woods… If the illusions failed to torture him, then my brother would…"
"Silverpelt! Wait up!"
Snapped out of her thought, she turned to face the dark brown tabby tom coming towards her, worry on his face. A young kit, his age being around two moons old, followed him, his pale brown fur fluffed up.
"Birchface," she mewed, already knowing what he was going to ask. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry to bug you again," the tom began, hope sparking a bit in his eyes. "But… Have you found any sign of either Patchkit and Petalkit?"
"I miss them," the young kit added on sadly. "I just want to be able to play with them… I don't want to be alone…"
"Larchkit," Birchface stated, looking down at the kit. "You are never alone… I will always try to be there for you…"
"But everyone says that you should have anything to do with me," the young tom kit muttered. "That I didn't deserve to be born… That I was the son of a murderer!"
"Larchkit, look at me!" Birchface ordered kindly as he lifted the younger tom's chin up with his paw. "Don't listen to them… It doesn't matter to me that we share no blood… As soon as your mother lied to the clan, claiming that you three were mine… I claimed you as my own. I don't care that your blood father is a RiverClan cat… Nor do I care that he was the cat that murdered me. For one, it was an accident! And two… How could I hate the cat that gave me three wonderful kits?"
"That is right… Birchface is a Marked… just like me…" the silver tabby and white she cat thought nervously, flicking her ears. "But what he lost to gain his power… Something that not many cats know about… Is that he could never have his own kits… His power made him infertile! So when Mapleshade let the clan assume that he was the father, Birchface saw a chance to raise kits. Then… StarClan let them die… They sent Ravenwing the omen, knowing full well that Mapleshade would not be thinking clearly as she was banned from her home… Knowing that the river was overflowing, with a strong undercurrent that would force the kits under the water, struggling for their lives… Knowing that Mapleshade would try to head to where their father was… It makes me sick… However, Birchface is a very unique cat: to be so willing to forgive someone that killed you and take in that tom's kits… That being said…"
"Silverpelt!"
She had to hide the shiver of hate that dashed through her body at the sound of her 'clan' name. Birchface was a cat that she wanted on her side: a loyal warrior that was willing to take a stand against wrongdoing. While he had turned against his family, she believed that he was correct. He stood against the anger of Frecklewish and Oakstar, not turning away from his beliefs. He was willing to do anything to protect Mapleshade's three kits.
"Silverpelt!" Birchface called out with despair. "Have you found out anything about where Petalkit and Patchkit are? Please… Even if it is just a sign…"
"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen or heard anything," she answered. "But I will continue to be on the lookout… For any sign…"
"Thank you," Birchface sighed, sadness lacing his tone. "I just hope that they will turn up one day… And we can try to be a family… Have a good day…"
Depressed, Birchface led Larchkit away, curling his tail around the young tom to try and comfort him. She watched them leave and, once they were out of sight, let out a deep sigh. Then, she turned and began running again, trying to rid herself of the guilt in her heart.
"I'm sorry, but I lied to you, Birchface," she thought as she dashed toward the darkness. "I do know what happened to both Petalkit and Patchkit… But it is not your time to know that… While I do not know where Petalkit ended up, I do know that she was able to live a happy life… All it took was one of Doestar future lives. As for Patchkit… Well, he is safe…. For the moment. However, now is not the time for you to learn that fact."
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Silverpelt slowed down, noticing that the closer she got to the border between StarClan and the Dark Forest, the less cats she saw. Adding to that fact, there was no signs of any kits. In fact, the silver tabby and white she cat knew that, after Patchkit's disappearance, many of cats became wary of the border. However, it was only when both Finchkit of WindClan and Minnowkit of RiverClan went missing that cats began to fear that something was targeting their kits. The spirits of those that were older, those that had lost kits while alive, had began to herd any of the kits away from the area near the border. However, since ShadowClan had not lost a kit yet, some of the spirits were beginning to blame the former ShadowClan cats. She had to snort at their mousebrain thinking.
"Oh yes, blame the one clan that hasn't lost a kit just because!" she mentally snarled. "When there is no proof that they did it! In fact… It's just that there hasn't been a chance to get a ShadowClan kit alone… To offer them a chance to be more than a fallen kit… A chance to protect the clan in their own ways… A chance to grow up and not be forever young…"
Soon enough, she was at the border. However, she wasn't alone.
"Marshtail! Please come and talk to me… I forgive you! I know that it was an accident!"
A light brown and white tabby tom yelled out into the darkness, ears laid back and tail flat on the starry ground. His orange eyes seemed to cry out with his agony as he once again screamed out, throat raw.
"Please, Marshtail," he begged. "There is no way that I would never blame you for Brokenstar's actions… I will always love you… Please, just give me a sign… That… That you…"
The silver tabby could not just stand by any longer. She now recognized him as Heatherfoot of WindClan, one of the cats that had just been murdered by Brokenstar's unfair attack on WindClan. However, his situation was one of the most unfortunate.
He had been captured by ShadowClan. Marshtail tried to save him.
She had been instead told to kill him herself. The two had fought but only as an act. However, Marshtail ended up accidently getting in an unlucky, fatal blow when she had been pushed by one of the other ShadowClan warriors.
As she watched in horror as Heatherfoot died to the cheers of the other warriors, Brokenstar pounced, knocking Marshtail's head against a rock hard enough to break her skull.
The reason? In Brokenstar's eyes, she was a traitor to ShadowClan, therefore, she had to die.
As a victim and a pure-blood clan warrior, despite having a forbidden relationship and a half-clan kit, Heatherfoot was led to StarClan. Marshtail, as his murderer and seen as nothing more than a worthless rogue, failed to join him. She was judged and send straight into the Dark Forest, without a word to Heatherfoot.
"Hey there… Heatherfoot, right?" the silver tabby she cat mewed. "What are you doing here?"
Heatherfoot quickly turned towards her, snarling as his tail flicked back and forth with sudden anger.
"Who are you? And why are you here?" he snapped at her. "Are you here to tell me that I'm wrong? That I am wasting my time! I refuse to listen to any of you StarClan fools!"
"No…." She stated, giving him a strange look as she decided to test the tom. "Why would I think that… Considering that I'm heading straight into the Dark Forest."
"Er… What?" Heatherfoot stated, stunned out of his anger. "Why? Do you have someone that you love get stuck in there too?"
"Well, not really stuck…" she answered him, smiling at the younger tom. "But I guess that could be true if you look at it from…"
Some of the thorny bushes on the Dark Forest's side, causing Heatherfoot to flinch. However, the silver tabby was impressed that he didn't bolt like most of the 'common' warriors did. She knew that she had nothing to fear… And was proven right as a tall, slender tuxedo tom stepped out of the shadows. Her heart filled up with happiness and love as she leaped over the border and put her face into his short fur, for now ignoring the fact that someone was following the taller tom.
"Slenderman," she mewed. "One of my beloved brothers… It so good to see you again…"
"Same… Little sister," the other tom spoke to her with his mind, as he had no mouth to speak. "Zanth… We have all been waiting for you… However, on the way here, I found someone that needed our help…"
A loud gasp rang out. She turned to see that Heatherfoot staring, his jaw as open as it could go, at the fourth cat. She had black fur and hazel eyes that stared back at Heatherfoot: her guilt shining in those eyes.
"Marshtail…" Heatherfoot slowly spoke as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You're okay… Thank the sta… Wait a moment…"
"What happen to this she cat wasn't right," Slenderman muttered to the silver tabby. "The death of Heatherfoot was an accident… And she fully regreted her actions. And even then… By their own rules, the Warrior Code, Marshtail was just doing what her leader ordered. Therefore, she shouldn't have been punished as harshly as she was…"
"Then they would have to send anyone that had killed someone else, even when under someone else actions," she added softly. "No matter what… However… StarClan doesn't do that… It seems like, once again, StarClan are hypocrites!"
"Though… This does give us a chance we wouldn't get otherwise," she mentally stated. "After all, if we are going to beat StarClan… Free these cats from their ancestors controlling nature… We do need allies from both sides of the border… Cats that have been unfairly punished… Cats that were sacrificed for the 'good' of the clans… Cats that have never had a chance to be great…"
"Please Marshtail…." Heatherfoot's voice rang out, throwing the silver tabby out of her thoughts. "I can't bare to lose you again… Please… Tell me that you are not banned from StarClan… I… I need you to be by my side…"
"I'm sorry… but…" Marshtail sighed as she stared back at her love. "StarClan has banished me… When I was guided here, I was told that I was a murderer… That I wasn't worthy to be around the 'pure' warriors… That I failed to overcome my rogue blood… That they hoped that our daughter would not fall to her 'cursed' blood…"
"While it is not possible at the moment," Slenderman spoke, turning his attention to the two lovers. "To overthrow the Council's judgement and give you the same starry pelts everyone else. However, there is a way that you can be able to sneak into StarClan… Zanth? Can you? Outside of Anubis, yours is the only blessing that we hadn't…"
"Oh course," she mewed back, stepping towards the black furred she cat. "Unlike those fools on the Council, I am not heartless, nor do I judge those by their blood!"
Marshtail flinched as she marched over. With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes, she touched her nose to the other cat's forehead, standing on her hindpaws in order to do so.
"I, Zanth, one of the six creators of the lands of StarClan," she began strongly, feeling the power that she had been born with flowing in her veins. "Give my blessings on this young, fallen warrior. She has been wronged by those in charge… May she one day be able to walk with the stars along with her lover."
"Okay…" Heatherfoot growled from the other side of the border. "That doesn't fix anything! She doesn't have…"
"And I stated that she would not gain the stars in her pelt," Slenderman answered, sounding upset. "However, with five out the six blessings from the creators… Marshtail cannot be banished from StarClan… Now… While she still cannot be apart of StarClan, if a cat has a problem with her… They will have to chase her out… They cannot snap their paws together and push her out… They will have to find and chase her out with fangs and claws…"
"So that means..?" Marshtail gasped out. "I can visit Heatherfoot… Any time that I want?"
"If you are careful," answered the silver tabby, Zanth. "I'm sorry that we can't completely solve your problems… If only we still had Anubis with us…"
"You can worry later, Zanth," Slenderman interrupted her. "Now, follow me… The rest of us are waiting…"
Zanth nodded with agreement as she began to follow her faceless brother into the darkness. However, she stopped for just a moment to see Marshtail step onto StarClan's grounds for the first time in her life. The image of Heatherfoot and Marshtail twisting their tails together, walking under the stars when they had believed they would be separated, burned into her mind.
"This is why we fight," she thought, "Not for power, not to control others, but in order to help others… To bring families together and to stop the needless deaths… I hope that someday, that the clan cats will be able to live their lives without StarClan trying to control their lives… That those that could be evil would be given a chance to be good… That cats were not forced into becoming medicine cats just because they have powers… For a culture that respects and loves the Marked, they sure don't want them to reproduce… That is not StarClan's choice! That should be the choice of the living cats not of long dead fools!"
As she followed her tall and slender brother through the undergrowth, pressure began to build as the illusions threated to swarm her mind. However, she used the pain from the thorns to keep the illusions away. Soon enough, she felt the threats back off as her brother used his powers to tame the illusions. The threat gone, she turned her mind to how the afterlife was set up before StarClan.
"Before we decided to be nice, there wasn't much of an afterlife," she thought, bitter and angry. "Most spirits were stuck on the ground, slowly watching their loved ones until they were in turn forgotten… Unless they happened to be kittypets… Who got to sit in a place of peace, waiting for their twoleg to join them… At first, that is all that we wanted. A place where we could rest while waiting for our loved ones to join us… Not have them wandering around: lost spirits without meaning… That was our first mistake… We didn't know the strength of our powers… We gave future sight to the clans… My brother then found out that he has been creating Nightmares… Murderers… It turns out our kindness ended up getting abused…"
"Hey! At least my descendants didn't create a crazy cat cult!" shouted a voice from ahead of them, sounding slightly angry. "While they never ended up being the leader of the group, they have continued to be noble and kind…"
"He has you there, Clover," giggled a second voice. "Then again, Clover, your group isn't the only weird one here… Just what is up with the naming traditions my children came up with? Why can't the parents just give their children names like any normal cat?"
"I believe that all of the groups that our children have joined are strange…" answered the first voice. "From Clover's crazy cat cult, to yours Shifters crazy naming traditions… Adding on my children adopting twoleg's beliefs, and Zanth's descendants are always fighting each other, not willing to see that they are so similar… At this point, I'm wondering if there is something wrong with our genes… Anubis' kits were the most normal and they just act like judges…"
"I could have told you that!" exclaimed a third voice, sounding very upset. "Considering that insanity seems to be a common side-effect…. Something that is commonly lost to those that develop powers…"
"Oh Lancelot, Fox, and Clover," Zanth thought with happiness. "Please never change… And you are bringing up good points… Most of the kittypets and rogues fail to understand the Marked… And even some of our own descendants have missed the point… While alive, we were just like any cats, just with great powers… We do not want, nor need, to be worshipped. However, that is not the reason that we are all here for…"
"Then, there are the Nightmares," Slenderman stated as he stepped out into the clearing. "Cats not related to me yet are my children… Cats that seek revenge against whatever either almost or did kill them…"
"That is right…" Zanth added sadly. "There are two forms of Nightmares… The living Nightmares that chase after whatever killed them… With bloody wounds that will slowly poisons the cat in question… If their insanity doesn't cause them to go crazy first… In this form of the Nightmares, if they do end up killing their target, they end up going after the cats that they were closest to… In most cases, that is their families and friends… Adding to that, it is almost impossible to kill them through normal means. Then, there are the spirit Nightmares… Spirits that are consumed by their rage and transform while dead… Very similar to the living Nightmares, but more dangerous… As they are forced away from any place of rest and very few cats can see them before an attack…"
"Yes…. Yes," mewed a golden-furred she cat with bright green eyes that seemed to be shifting her paws back and forth. "We know about the Nightmares… And what they can do… But that is not why we are here!"
"You said that Zanth may have a clue about Anubis," added a golden brown tabby tom, a worried look in his red eyes.
"That is correct," the silver tabby she cat answered him as she joined the group. "I really hate to say this… But I believe that the StarClan Council has him imprisoned…"
"Wait… Why?" growled a dark russet colored she cat with fox-like markings. "What right do they have to take him?"
"I believe that the Council is upset with our kindness to the fallen," Slenderman added, acting as if he was looking over each and every cat there, even without eyes. "They believe that cats shouldn't have second chances… That every cat that get sent to the Dark Forest will never improve nor become better…"
"But that is not their job!" screamed the golden she cat, stomping her paws down in fury. "If anything… The dead should not be judging the dead! Many times… The spirits, when they die, are still holding onto any emotions they had at that moment…"
"Zanth… Is there anything we can do to save Anubis?" the fox-colored she cat questioned, fear in her voice.
"There are two things…" Zanth spoke out, tone turning serious. "First, we all need to befriend some of the 'common' warriors… Let them know the truth if you can. That they had a choice: that they didn't have to die. Two, Slenderman… See if you can find a ShadowClan kit to convert. We can use all the firepower we can get…"
"I will keep an eye on ShadowClan's kits," Slenderman promised, a dark tone in his mental mew. "With how that fool Brokenstar runs his clan, it is only a matter of time… I cannot wait to sink my claws into his spirit…"
Ignoring the rest of his muttering about what just what he was going to do to Brokenstar, Zanth turned to the rest of her littermates to continue her chat.
"Third…" she added with a snarl. "Let's mess with their new prophecy… Let's go and tell every living medicine cat the prophecy… Get every clan in… StarClan believes that fire will be able to save ThunderClan? Then… Let's fan the flames of rebellion… Let's get the fire on our side…"
"StarClan! Your days are numbered! We will get our brother back… No matter the cost!"
ThunderClan Allegiances
Leader: Bluestar- Pale blue gray she cat with icy blue eyes.
Deputy: Redtail- Dark tortoiseshell tom with a bushy red tail and amber eyes.
Apprentice: Dustpaw
Medicine cat: Spottedleaf- Dark tortoiseshell and white she cat with a dappled coat and amber eyes.
Warriors: Lionheart-Pale golden tabby tom with green eyes.
Apprentice: Graypaw
Tigerclaw- Dark brown tabby tom with pale amber eyes.
Apprentice: Ravenpaw
Whitestorm- Snowy white tom with yellow eyes.
Apprentice: Sandpaw
Darkstripe- Dark gray tabby tom with black stripes and yellow eyes.
Longtail- Pale brown tabby tom with black stripes and blue eyes.
Crowsong- Black tom with white tipped, ears, paws, and tail, and yellow eyes.
Runningwind- Light brown tabby tom with green eyes.
Mousefur- Dusky brown she cat with amber eyes.
Willowpelt- Very pale silver gray she cat with deep blue eyes.
Hollowtail- Dark gray tom with large white patches and amber eyes.
Bitterclaw- Blue gray she cat with a paler underbelly and amber eyes.
Dawnpatch- Dilute tortoiseshell she cat with pale amber eyes.
Birdtail- Dark ginger tabby she cat with amber eyes.
Dogfang- Gray tabby tom with amber eyes.
Apprentices: Dustpaw- Dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Ravenpaw- Black tom with a tiny white dash on his chest and green eyes.
Sandpaw- Pale ginger she cat with pale leaf-green eyes.
Graypaw- Silver gray tom with a dark stripe running down his back and yellow eyes.
Queens and Kits: Frostfur- Snow white she cat with dark sky blue eyes. (Mother to Lionheart's kits)
Cinderkit- Smokey dark gray she cat with blue eyes.
Brackenkit- Golden brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Thornkit- Golden brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Brightkit- White and ginger she cat with green eyes.
Goldenflower- Pale ginger tabby she cat with yellow eyes. (Mother to Patchfoot's kit and ?'s kit)
Swiftkit- Black and white tom with pale amber eyes.
Woodkit- Dark brown she cat with shorter fur with one ocean blue eye and one dark brown eye.
Brindleface- Pale gray tabby she cat with darker flecks and green eyes. (Expecting Redtail's kits)
Speckletail- Pale golden tabby she cat with amber eyes. (Expecting kits, unknown father)
Elders: Halftail- Dark brown tabby tom with half of his tail and yellow eyes.
Smallear- Gray tom with small ears and amber eyes.
Patchpelt- Black and white tom with amber eyes.
One-eye- Pale gray she cat with one missing eye and one amber eye.
Dappletail- Dappled tortoiseshell and white she cat with hazel eyes.
Rosetail- Gray tabby she cat with a pinkish-orange tail and amber eyes.
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