Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. The characters I make up in this story however, are mine.
Author's note: So let's get started here! I've been seeing all these fanfics with brilliant new prophecies and all that good stuff. But what about normal clan life when there isn't some dreadful prophecy looming overhead? There's plenty of potential drama in that alone. This story may start off a little slow and shaky but bear with me-I'll pull it together soon. Give it a chance to get interesting!
There isn't really a main character here. The focus of the story is the clan as a whole and all the little dramas within. The main focus is ThunderClan.
Allegiances
Leader
Whitestar (Whiteheart) – pretty white she-cat with light blue eyes
Deputy
Flameflight – bright ginger tom with amber eyes
Medicine Cat
Silverlight – silver she-cat with pale, ice blue eyes
Warriors
Iceclaw - gray-white tom with blue eyes
Ivyheart – brown tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice: Minnowpaw
Owlwing – brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Apprentice: Shadepaw
Squirreltail – ginger she-cat with a fluffy tail and green eyes
Firestripe – bright ginger tabby she-cat with light amber eyes
Apprentice: Tatteredpaw
Blackfire – black tom with smoldering orange eyes
Raincloak - pale gray and white tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Silentwind – pale silver-gray tom with pale blue eyes
Tigerleaf – dark tabby tom with green eyes
Lionstrike – golden tom with amber eyes
Queens
Fawnstreak – slender light brown she-cat with green eyes; expecting Littlestar's kits
Apprentices
Shadepaw – dark brown and black tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes
Minnowpaw – gray and brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Tatteredpaw – fluffy brown and orange tabby tom with pale green eyes
"When can I be an apprentice?" Shadekit mewed impatiently.
"In a few moons," Raincloak, her mother, answered gently.
"That's such a long time!" Shadekit complained. "I want to be an apprentice now!"
"You're too young," Raincloak said patiently.
"No I'm not!" To prove her point, Shadekit leapt on top of her sister, Minnowkit. The small gray tabby she-cat squeaked in surprise.
"Leave your sister alone," Raincloak meowed.
Squirreltail chuckled at the other side of the nursery. "Two kits must be even harder to handle," she commented, touching her fluffy tail to her single kit. Tatteredkit was sleeping soundly against her belly, seemingly oblivious to Shadekit's noise.
Suddenly, there was commotion coming from outside the nursery.
"What's going on?" Whiteheart demanded, making her way towards the camp entrance. She found a returning patrol, consisting of Firestripe and Fawnstreak. The two she-cats were supporting, Littlestar, who had healing bite in his neck. "Silverlight!" Whiteheart yowled, calling for the medicine cat's assistance. "Littlestar, what happened?"
"We were attacked by foxes," Littlestar rasped. "I…I have lost a life."
A wave of distress passed through the cats in camp.
"The foxes may still be on our territory," Littlestar continued. "We must send a patrol for them…" His voice faltered and he coughed.
Silverlight arrived. "Come to my den, Littlestar," she mewed. "You're still weak."
Littlestar nodded wearily. "Whiteheart, arrange a patrol please."
"Yes, Littlestar," Whiteheart said. She turned to Firestripe and Fawnstreak. "How are you two feeling?"
"I'm ready to give those foxes a run for their lives," Firestripe growled, her light amber eyes blazing. Fawnstreak nodded in agreement, lashing her tail.
"Flameflight, Owlwing, and Iceclaw," Whiteheart meowed. "Go with Firestripe and Fawnstreak to chase away the foxes. She flicked her tail and the patrol streaked away, Firestripe in the lead."
"Whiteheart," Littlestar said, his meow still rough. "I'd like to speak with you in my den."
Whiteheart got to her paws, padding after her leader. Once inside, she asked, "What is it, Littlestar?"
Littlestar's pale blue eyes glowed dimly. "Whiteheart, what I am about to tell you must not get out to the clan. Do you understand that? Not even Iceclaw may know."
Whiteheart frowned. "I understand, Littlestar. What is it?"
Littlestar sighed. "I am on my last life, Whiteheart. I sense that your time is coming."
Whiteheart's neck fur rose. Her eyes were wide with shock. "Already?"
Littlestar nodded. "I am growing old now, Whiteheart. I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of this. You may go now. Remember, no one must know."
"A battle is expected to come," Ivyheart meowed.
Owlwing wrapped his tail around his paws. "When?"
"In the next couple of days," Ivyheart replied. "I believe Littlestar wants to strike first. Is that true, Whiteheart?"
Whiteheart nodded somberly. Her pretty blue eyes were downcast.
Ivyheart tipped her head. "Why so gloomy, Whiteheart?"
Whiteheart shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just…concerned about the battle. I feel like something bad may happen."
"Oh stop worrying. Everything'll be perfectly fine."
Whiteheart did not reply.
"Ivyheart, Flameflight, Iceclaw, Blackfire, and Lionpaw, you will come with me to attack their camp," Littlestar said. "Whiteheart, I am leaving you in charge of camp." Littlestar turned, padding slowly towards the camp entrance, his patrol following.
Whiteheart hurried to Iceclaw's side. "Try to protect Littlestar," she pleaded quietly, trotting beside him.
Iceclaw glanced at her with his blue eyes. "I will."
Feeling strangely relieved by his assurance, Whiteheart licked her mate's shoulder and then stopped, watching her clanmates leave for battle.
"Silverlight! Silverlight!"
Silverlight bolted out of her den, a bundle of herbs clutched in her jaws. Her paw was swathed in cobwebs.
The patrol returned, Flameflight, Ivyheart, and Lionpaw burst into camp first.
"What's happened?" Whiteheart demanded, rushing forward.
"Everyone's alive so far," Flameflight panted. "But Littlestar's in bad shape. Silverlight, we need you to…"
The rest of the patrol arrived. Iceclaw and Blackfire were supporting Littlestar. The black and white clan leader was panting hard. Blood dripped from his underside and his pale blue eyes were dulling.
"Littlestar!" Whiteheart cried in horror. Silverlight rushed to her leader's side.
"No," Littlestar croaked. "My time has come. Iceclaw, Blackfire, let me lie down." Reluctantly, the two toms moved away from their leader, who slumped onto his side. His flanks rose and fell rapidly.
"Silverlight, help him!" Whiteheart exclaimed, rushing to her leader's side.
"No," Littlestar repeated. "I told you, my time has come. Whiteheart, you will be leader. Make the clan proud."
"Littlestar," Whiteheart murmured hopelessly. Littlestar's eyes closed. His flanks did not rise again. He was gone.
"Littlestar!" came Fawnstreak's wail. The rest of clan joined in to form a single, mournful cry. Whiteheart stared at her dead leader, her paws numb.
Iceclaw's pelt brushed against hers. "I'm sorry. I couldn't…save him," he whispered.
Whiteheart shook her head slowly. "It…wasn't your fault."
"Whiteheart," Silverlight said, her voice thick with grief. "You will be our leader now."
Whiteheart's eyes widened, her muscles clenching. The time had really come. She was to be leader.
"Whiteheart," came Raincloak's quiet mew. Whiteheart turned to her daughter. "I'm honored to be your daughter." Raincloak bowed her head.
Whiteheart stared, feeling a rush of delight and horror. Delighted that her daughter was proud. Horrified that her own daughter was bowing down to her.
"Whiteheart!" the clan began to cry. "We trust you with the fate of our clan!"
Author's note: So what did you think? Review!
Okay, like I said, it'll get better. The first chapter is more of a stage-setter than anything else. It's little crazy and there are a lot of characters but believe me, you'll get to know them soon.
