This is the first part of Wild and Free.

It is from the point of view of Emberstar of StarClan.(He was the founder and first leader of Freeclan)

I don't own The idea of Warriors, and I don't own Wildclan or Mossclan(my little sister's ideas)

Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors.

Hope you like it!

I know that the beginning is horrible, but it helps you understand the story later on.

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Prologue(Emberstar)

Emberstar gazed lovingly down at his tiny little grandkit. Yerrowkit, unaware of the StarClan warrior, pounced on Spiderkit's tail. Blazekit head butted his sister's attacker and Yerrowkit fell on his back with his paws flailing in the air. Yerrowkit righted himself and crowed into the air, "I'm Emberstar! Roar! Run away rouge scum!"
Emberstar's tail tip twitched in amusement.
The kits clumsily wrestled until Ambergaze walked over.
"Maybe Birchwhisker has a new story today?"
Squealing, the kits scrambled over to the Elders Den.

"Last one there's crowfood!" Yerrowkit exclaimed. Suddenly, Yerrowkit tripped over a stray rock and went flying. Reaching out, he caught Yerrowkit and set him down. Blazekit, Spiderkit, and a nearby cat all stared at Yerrowkit in amazement. After a while Blazekit burst out, "Yerrowkit can fly!"
The warrior snorted and walked away. The kits happily raced the rest of the way to the Elders' den. Emberstar sighed to himself. StarClan Warriors weren't supposed to interact with the living. Those were rules that he himself had made. When he had arrived at Starclan, thing has been chaotic. The Starclan warriors from Freeclan were in a war against cats that had invaded Starclan. Emberstar has recognized one of the enemies snarling in the front as his old friend Liontail. He had then stopped the fight and got the true story out. Liontail, now Lionstar has left Mossclan as it was falling apart, and formed Wildclan. All the strange cats there were ancestors of Mossclan and Wildclan. The few Freeclan cats joined them and they became done Starclan under a new set of laws.
Coming out of his memories, he walked after the kits into the Elders' den. A pang of sadness swept through him as he looked at the last spot he had seen his mate, Nightspots, alive. Birchwhisker was young for an elder. She had seen a lot though, and deserved a little peace.
"You've heard the story of Fierceheart, right?" Birchwhisker asked.
"Yep!" The kits chimed.
"Back in my days, we were friends. For a while," Birchwhisker mused.
"Ambergaze said you had a new story!"
"Did she. Well, I guess I could tell you the story of Emberstar."
"Yes please!"
Emberstar closed his eyes, memories swimming through his mind as Birchwhisker spoke. Ember was racing through a Greenleaf forest with a spotted pale she-cat at his side. Ember looked back, the guards had stopped chasing them and stood in a circle scratching the shaggy hair on the heads with their hairless hands. Night sped ahead of Ember, her muscles contracting and expanding as they quickly left the Guards behind. They both collapsed, laughing.
"They were young, but they were powerful." Emberstar joined his voice to Birchwhisker's adding to the effect of mysteriousness.
"They fought together and defeated every enemy they came across, until they met a group of cats."
Emberstar quieted again and closed his eyes. He remebered Night and him basking in light of the sun at it's highest point. Ember turned and sprang to his feet as noises came from a bush next to him. A shaggy faced cat walked out of the bushes, looking back at the cats behind him, and responding to one of their comments.
Ember snarled and leapt at the cat. It turned in surprise and instantly crouched. Ember flew over his head and into the bush. One of the cat then pounced on him, and he used his small frame to wriggle out from under him. Then, another cat pounced on him and held him down. Instead it just sneered at him and sat on his chest.
Ember looked up and saw Night in the trees above. She had ran up one as soon as the strange cat came, and had two chasing her right now. Night was light, so she could climb out onto the farther branches. She was on a thin one, it connected to the tree next to them, but before she could jump, her muscles locked in fear as the branch started swaying. The big shaggy cat had started inching his why onto the branch which was obviously to small for him. His friends realized this at the same time and started calling out to him.

The cat that was sitting on Ember had gotten distracted, so Ember scrambled out from underneath him and sprinted for the tree. At the same time, the branch make a loud snapping noise and started to fall.
"Nightspots was falling, with Emberstar heroic lay racing to—" Birchwhisker was interrupted by a loud commotion coming from the entrance of the camp.
Tigerstripe came easing through the entrance, his pelt splattered in blood, that wasn't his. Emberstar stared at his son in horror, sure his heart would have started beating frantically if it could have.
"They're coming!" Tigerstripe howled in alarm.
"What! What is coming!" The rest of the cats frantically tried to get more information.
"What—" Emberstar thought, but suddenly a barcode of visions entered his mind. He lowered himself to the ground as he went through all of them, past, present, and future.
Finally, he repeated, whispering, "They're coming!"

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I hope that some of you read it to this point. My sister believes no one will read this.

Shout out to Brighteyes of Thunderclan. Her/his story Promise is the best. I spent every possible moment reading it and cried for almost 5 minutes straight at the end.

Sorry if I have copied any of your characters, it is not on purpose. My sister and I created all of these names on our own.

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Thanks for reading!