AN: Okay, so I am starting a new story. I know. I'm already working on three. But Legacy of Ice is almost finished, and I really wanted to get this idea posted before I forget it. Anyways, I no longer need OCs for the other Clans, The final allegiance is posted in chapter two! ThornClan's Beginning and Up in Arms have been put on hold until I get more reviews or more ideas... (The ThunderClan allegiance is down below)

Prologue

Silence filled the forest as creatures moved throughout the night. The air was dangerously cold. Just days ago a fresh blanket of snow had covered the ground, and pawprints could be made out within it. They were cat pawprints. And there were many covering the area.

A lithe body emerged from the shadows. Pale amber eyes blinked against the moonlight that shimmered from above. The cat was watching and listening. He was keeping an eye out for any intruders that might try and steal any prey.

Low growls sounded from the back of his throat as he thought of what he might do to these intruders. He lived in what was known as a Clan. And rogues were always constantly threatening to steal prey from them, or other Clans that might try invading. He felt it was his duty to make sure that none got past the borders set out by ancient tradition.

"Falconwing, what are you doing out here?" A voice brought him back to reality. The warrior whirled around to see a young looking gray tabby she-cat staring at him in concern. "You're going to get sick holding these constant vigils," she added when he narrowed his eyes.

"I don't care, Grayflower. There is too much at stake to not worry about trespassers," he replied.

The gray tabby she-cat blinked in surprise at his words. "Falconwing, your mate's kits are on their way," she told him. "You should at least be there for them."

The golden tabby's eyes widened when he heard this. Before Grayflower could say anything else, she was shoved aside. He wasted no time in bounding back to ThunderClan camp, eager to see his mate and future kits.

Leafbare was tough on all the Clans. ThunderClan especially was hit hard by it though. Almost all of the elders had died from starvation. Only one was left out of five. And two kits had died from a sickness that Willowshade could not cure.

But the Clan would pull through. Life would go on. It always did.

When Falconwing reached the gorse tunnel entrance, he let out a sigh of relief. His mate was in the nursery. Willowshade was waiting outside. Her creamy brown pelt looked a bit ruffled, but Falconwing had seen her like this before many times during a kitting.

"How is she?" he asked when she locked gazes with him.

"Berrypool is fine," she replied. "Why don't you go and see her yourself?" she suggested after taking a step away from the nursery.

Falconwing shot her a look before doing what she said. His eyes widened in relief when he saw Berrypool laying in the nursery. She looked exhausted; her light ginger dappled pelt rose and fell as she let out a sigh of content.

"They're beautiful," he purred when he caught sight of them for the first time. Than he noticed that one tiny kit was struggling between two bigger kits. The little kit was light ginger like his mother. He kept wriggling to get his mother's milk. "That thing is just a runt," he scoffed.

"That thing is our son," Berrypool snapped. Her eyes grew cold when she looked him in the eye.

"No, he is not," he growled. "I won't have someone so puny compared to his littermates living in the nursery."

She didn't have a chance to argue. Falconwing grabbed the kit by the scruff. It wailed in surprise at the sudden motion, and the queen tried staggering to her paws. But Falconwing was faster, and before Berrypool knew it, he tossed the little kit out.

The queen let out a cry of grief as her kit was tossed out of the nursery. He wouldn't survive out in the bitterly cold weather. She couldn't do anything with her other two kits, and there were no other queens in the nursery.

Willowshade had seen what Falconwing was up to. Her eyes were narrowed with rage as she studied the little kit. Even though she was a medicine cat, she couldn't let this kit freeze out here. Letting out a sigh, she picked him up gently by the scruff and carried him back to her den.

"What's this I hear about a kit being stillborn?" Willowshade spent the next few heartbeats licking the kit's fur dry. The leader, Brightstar, looked at Willowshade in surprise when she stepped inside the medicine cat's den.

"He was not stillborn, but he would have died if I had not taken him in," she hissed. "Falconwing doesn't believe that small kits are capable of being warriors."

Brightstar's eyes narrowed with anger at those words. He was a strong and capable warrior that ThunderClan needed. There was no way she could exile him now for his behavior. But she would have to punish him.

"Are you sure you can take care of him?" Brightstar asked. "A medicine cat cannot have kits."

"I am," Willowshade replied in a firm voice. "I may not have any milk to feed him, but herbs will do just as nicely."

The leader looked at Willowshade thoughtfully. Finally she let out a sigh of defeat and dipped her head to Willowshade.

"Very well. But you must still treat your Clanmates above him," she meowed.

With that being said, Brightstar padded out of the den and left Willowshade to tend to the kit. He was already wriggling around more than he had before. Willowshade stared at the kit, warmth spreading through her.

She noticed for the first time how the kit's light ginger fur reminded her of embers. For a short time she had spent her days wandering through Twolegplace as a loner. And she had learned what embers looked like when Twolegs used them.

"I will name you Emberkit, for your spirit and your pelt color," she purred as the kit started wailing again.

This kit was going to lead a special path. She just knew it.

Allegiances

ThunderClan

Leader: Brightstar - pale tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

Deputy: Falconwing - big golden tabby tom with amber eyes.

Medicine Cat: Willowshade - creamy brown she-cat with pale blue eyes.

Warriors:

Grayflower - gray tabby she-cat with yellow eyes.

Smokefang - dark gray tom with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Swiftpaw

Brindlefire - dappled tortoiseshell she-cat with dark green eyes. Berrypool's sister.

Pineheart - dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes. Falconwing's brother.
Apprentice: Darkpaw

Stonepelt - dark gray tom with amber eyes.

Ivyclaw - light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

Dustfur - light brown tom with a white underbelly and amber eyes.

Snowflower - white she-cat with gray dapples along her pelt.

Marrowfoot - very pale gray, almost white tom with blue eyes.

Apprentices:

Swiftpaw - gray she-cat with white paws and amber eyes.

Darkpaw - dark gray, almost black tom with yellow eyes.

Queens:

Berrypool - light ginger dappled she-cat with green eyes. Mother of Leopardkit and Orangekit by Falconwing.

Ravenfeather - dark black she-cat with blue eyes. Expecting Smokefang's kits.

Kits:

Leopardkit - big golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

Orangekit - orange tom with tabby markings and amber eyes.

Emberkit - small light ginger dappled tom with green eyes.

Elders:

Mintwhisker - gray and white she-cat with blue eyes.