Characters

Rogues:

Feather- Gentle faced she-cat with long, blue-gray fur. Has a silky-soft, bushy tail and pale blue eyes. Her paws are a dark blue that match her facial mask. Daughter of Storm.

Frozenkit- Lithe, dark silver tom with black paws, mask, and tail tip. He has the same piercing blue eyes as his father. Siblings are Frost and Mist.

Frost- Pale silver tom with gray and silver markings filling his pelt. His eyes are a pale blue like his mother's and the tip of his long tail is ringed. Siblings are Frozenkit and Mist.

Mist- Long-haired silver she-cat with gray flecks in her fur. Her paws and muzzle are white. She has deep blue eyes. Siblings are Frozenkit and Frost.

Storm- Massive gray tom with black torn ears and pale blue eyes. He is the leader of the group of rogues that has been terrorizing Fogclan. He is the father of Feather.

Thorn- Dark brown tom with amber eyes. He has a long tail and black stripes on his back.

Sparrow- Brown she-cat with white splotches in her pelt. Her eyes are green.

Fogclan:

Leader: Streamstar- Golden she-cat with brown rings on her tail and green eyes. Leader of Fogclan.

Deputy: Ashcloud- Smokey black tom with blue eyes.

Medicine Cat: Echoflight- Black she-cat with white paws. Her eyes are green.

Warriors:

Blizzardclaw- Long-legged silver tom with piercing blue eyes. His pelt has black stripes and swirls in it.

Rabbitpelt- Brown tom with a white underbelly and yellow eyes.

Minnowleap- Small, fluffy she-cat with gray and white fur. Her eyes are blue.

Russetshade- Dark red tom with a black streak of fur running down his back to his tail tip. Has amber eyes.

Lakeshine- Pretty, long-haired, gray she-cat with white paws, muzzle, and underbelly. Her eyes are blue.

Thunderblaze- Dark gray tom with amber eyes.

Yellowfur- Yellow tabby she-cat with green eyes. Streamstar's sister.

Snakefang- Pure black tom with yellow eyes. His fangs and tail are unusually long.

Apprentices:

Tansypaw- White she-cat with yellow stripes in her pelt. Has green eyes.

Hawkpaw- Large, tan tom with blue eyes.

Reedpaw- Silver tom with brown specks in his pelt. His eyes are yellow.

Lilypaw- Light, brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. Her paws, muzzle, tail tip, and underbelly are white.

Queens:

Skypetal- White she-cat with blue eyes. Her tail, paws, muzzle, and ears are a soft gray. Thunderblaze's mate. (Snowkit and Ghostkit)

Brightleaf- White tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes. Rabbitpelt's mate. (Mousekit, Grasskit, and Boulderkit)

Kits:

Snowkit- Pure white she-kit with amber eyes.

Ghostkit- Gray and white tom with blue eyes.

Mousekit- Brown she-kit with a white underbelly and paws. Her eyes are green.

Grasskit- White tom with brown and orange stripes on his legs and tail. His eyes are yellow.

Boulderkit- Brown tabby tom with a white muzzle and yellow eyes.

Elders:

Pebblewhisker- Faded, gray tom with yellow eyes.

Fernstep- Orange tabby she-cat with green eyes.

Prologue:

Quiet chirps from the awakening crickets stirred the forest's still air. The sun was lazily lowering in the distance, making shadows relax over the ground. They began taking on every shape imaginable, from a tall oak to a single blade of grass.

The moon made no haste as it began to rise. Stars eagerly followed its lead, surrounding the moon with their twinkling shine. As the air became cooler under Silverpelt's reassuring cover, a she-cat began to stir in her nest. Her long fur radiated a soft glow as the moon's rays peeked into her den, sweeping over her pelt. As one of her opening eyes caught the moon's light, the she-cat stumbled as she quickly rose to her paws. Noticing her imbalance, she slowly sat down, reminding herself not to act so rash. Rising slower this time, she proceeded in stepping out of her mossy nest, stopping only once to give her swollen belly a quick lick. Peering out of her den's entrance, she gave a small sigh of relief to find the forest just as it had been before she had fallen asleep. Calm and quiet. Feeling more confident, the gray she-cat padded out of her den, twitching her whiskers as she turned to the direction she had to travel in.

"Feather!" came a snarl a few fox-lengths away from her den. She stiffened at the sound of the voice but soon forced herself to relax as a large tom slipped out of the thick undergrowth. Turning her head slightly, Feather faced a large gray tom with torn ears, a small reminder of the many battles he had been though in his time. However, age could not be seen in this tom's stone cold eyes as he narrowed them at the she-cat. "Where are you going?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his tone.

"I was only going to check if you had left or not, Storm," Feather lied, her voice as calm as ever as she sat down to face him.

"I told you not to leave your den at all tonight! Especially since a battle is about to occur!" Storm frowned at her in disapproval, his scarred tail flicking back and forth. "I don't want to risk any mange-pelted clan cat finding your scent. What would happen if a cat tracked you down? You'd be defenseless since you're expecting!" he spat. "You can help us fight again after your kits have come. I'm jnot in the mood to lose you in one of these battles like I lost your mother," Storm scowled.

'Just leave already!' Feather thought desperately as she bowed her head. "You are right, Storm. I'm sorry Storm," she faked an apology.

Storm let out a rumbling purr as he gently touched his nose to her ear. "I'm glad you've realized your mistake," he complimented before he began backing away from her. "Now go back into your den and don't dare come out again!" Storm warned his daughter. " Maybe if we're lucky this will be the last battle we have to fight," he said with a laugh. "Then your kits will be able to roam wherever they please since your daddy killed off all those disgusting clan cats who think they own everything," Storm purred proudly as he flexed his long claws in and out of the soft ground. "I'll be a hero soon, Feather. A hero to all of us lucky enough not to have a single drop of clan blood running through our veins! Everybody will think of me as being the most honorable cat that's ever walked in this forest. Maybe you should name your first kit after me. That would certainly be a great honor," he ended with a deranged laugh before pelting away, ferns rustling in terror as the tom sped through them.

Feather narrowed her blue eyes as she watched him leave, hearing an owl hoot out an alarm in response to Storm yowling out for his battle patrol. "You are a fool, Father," she muttered curtly. "Plus I would never dream of naming any of my kits after you, in honor or not," she concluded as she began to stand up. Suddenly the she-cat froze, stiffening as a wave of pain rolled through her. Letting out a surprised cry, Feather quickly staggered into her den, completely forgetting about her run-in with Storm.