Into Sandstorm's World

by Prowriter13

"She began to doubt her original feelings for him. Maybe he will become great and maybe what she feels in her dreams cant be avoided." Feel the love she felt with Fireheart, love the friendship she had with Dustpelt, watch all the action in the original series through her beautiful green eyes

1. Prologue

Hey, you who are reading this. I am Jazzy. I love to write but I prefer to rewrite or change original stories. This will be my first entry of fanfiction EVER! Please be kind, but I love to hear constructive critisism. If you utterly hate my work, Im fine with you telling me that, please be nice and tell me why. I love reading other fanfiction. After you finish reading, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE comment. Your comments will let me know if I should continue to write.

Into Sanstorm's World

Prologue

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting." Cats of all colors and sizes gathered beneath the large rock at the sound of the familier call. At the top of the rock stood a slim blue-gray she-cat and a rather small, bright ginger tom. "Three young kits have reached thier sixth moon. Both Redtail and I belive they are ready to become apprentices. " Every cat in the clearing turned there eyes to three kits. The largest of them was a solid gray tom. The she-cat continued to speak as she leaped down from the rock. "Dustkit" she said as he walked to her. "from this moment on until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Dustpaw." The excitment in the kits eyes was unable to be concealed as she announced who his menter will be. "Redtail, as my deputy and my friend, you are cunning and skilled, I trust you to pass on all you know to young Dustpaw." The young cat walked over to the tom and gently touched noses with him.

"Ravenkit" she called as a skinny, jet black except for the tip of his tail, nervously walked up to the she-cat. "Tigerclaw, you are strong and brave, I ask you to pass on all that you know to Ravenpaw" A large and strong ginger and black striped cat stood up at the sound of his name and walked over to The two cats touched noses and walked back into the crowd. The last kit to be apprenticed was a slim, pale orange she-cat. "Whitestorm" a slightly older, pure white tom stood and walked to the she-cat speaking. "I ask you to pass on all of your skill and wits to Sandpaw" She ran over to Whitestorm and touched noses with him. Redtail raised his head with pride as Sandpaw looked at him. The other cats crowded around the new apprentices congradulation them and calling them by there new names.