Allegiances
Leader: Breezestar - very pale ginger she-cat with piercing green eyes. White underbelly, white paws and a white splash on her muzzle.
Apprentice: Sootpaw
Deputy: Archwhisker - black and white tom with amber eyes. Has one scar above his right eye from a fight when he was a kit.
Apprentice: Rushpaw
Medicine Cat: Owlpaw - pale brown she-cat with darker brown markings along her leg and tail. Has amber eyes.
Warriors:
Mythflower - golden tabby she-cat with bright amber eyes.
Apprentice: Brazenpaw
Rabbitsnow - very pale gray, almost white tom with yellow eyes. Has longer legs than anyone else in the Clan.
Thrushfur - brown and white tom with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Maplepaw
Brooksong - gray-blue she-cat with yellow eyes.
Redfire - ginger tom with patches of brown in his fur.
Patchwhisker - spotted gray tom with amber eyes
Apprentices:
Brazenpaw - golden brown tabby tom with amber eyes. Mythflower's son.
Sootpaw - smoky black tom with yellow eyes.
Rushpaw - light brown she-cat with white paws and tail tip.
Maplepaw - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with green eyes. Rushpaw's sister.
Queens:
Jadeleaf - pale tabby she-cat with dark amber eyes. Mother of Flutterkit and Batkit.
Dapplebird - patchy gray she-cat with amber eyes. Expecting.
PROLOGUE
The forest felt alive with life as Robinsong padded through the undergrowth. Her ginger-tipped ears flicked from side to side as she listened to the birds sing. On any other day she would have been thrilled to be out on her own. But this felt different. Something was off.
Fear scent suddenly filled the air. Robinsong stiffened when the forest became eerily silent.
Quick as a flash the medicine cat bounded back towards the camp. ThornClan camp was located between a grove of oak trees. Brambles surrounded the camp, providing a protective barrier from the outside world.
Robinsong squeezed her way through a small opening and stared at the clearing in horror.
All around her cats were fighting as rogues poured into the clearing. She recognized her sister, Midnightfur, pinning down a larger opponent in the midst of battle. Robinsong let out a yowl of anger and lunged forward, only to be shoved aside by a familiar face.
"Featherstar, what are you doing?" Robinsong demanded.
"We need our medicine cat now more than ever!" Featherstar hissed. "Get the queens and kits out of the nursery."
Robinsong's eyes narrowed into tiny slits before she did as she was told. To her surprise most of the rogues were occupied by the warriors. She glanced back at Featherstar and saw that the leader was keeping the rogues distracted.
The dark brown she-cat let out a sigh of frustration when she reached the nursery. There was only one nursing queen at the moment.
"Maroonheart, I need to get you and your kits to safety," she meowed after the dark ginger queen looked at her in surprise.
Anger gleamed within Maroonheart's eyes when she realized where this was going.
"No, I'm not leaving this Clan undefended," she snapped.
"The Clan is going to be fine," Robinsong reassured her. Despite the sounds of fur ripping and claws tearing into flesh echoing around her, Robinsong remained icily calm. "Featherstar has ordered me to take you and your kits to safety."
The dark ginger queen's fur bristled slightly before she nodded. She had three kits that were almost three moons old now. Robinsong knew that they would make fine warriors if they reached adulthood. But for now their safety mattered more than anything.
Robinsong helped her carry two kits while she carried one. Maroonheart's mate had died a few days ago from a random rogue attack. Flamepelt's death had left her devastated, but Maroonheart would move on and care for her kits when she was needed.
One of the kits let out a terrified screech when Robinsong stumbled over a root. She flinched at the sound as a rogue whirled on Maroonheart. The dark ginger queen's ears flattened when the rogue spotted the tiny kit grasped by the scruff.
"Get them out of here, now!" Maroonheart snarled after dropping the only kit she was carrying.
"No, I'm not leaving you behind." Panic gripped at Robinsong's heart when she realized that Maroonheart was right. Another rogue was advancing towards her, claws unsheathed and eyes flashing with malice. Being a medicine cat did have it's drawbacks. And she wasn't much of a fighter compared to her Clanmates.
StarClan forgive me, she begged silently as she started to run. She could hear the rogue tearing after her when she pushed her way through the brambles. Thorns snared at her pelt, piercing through her skin, but she didn't care. Saving the kits and following Featherstar's orders was all she cared about. She didn't stop running until the rogue stopped following her. She knew they would track her scent down eventually, so hiding it was her only option.
"I'm sorry little ones," she whispered after dropping Flamekit and Gingerkit into a puddle. The kits let out terrified wails after they were thrown into the water. Robinsong winced as icy cold water gripped her body. It was the middle of leaffall, but now it felt more like late leafbare.
Once that task was finished she picked up the kits and licked their fur the wrong way to dry them off. Any remnants of ThornClan was washed away the moment they were thrown into the water. She couldn't allow the rogues to think that they were still alive. Now she understood what her Clan's fate was. These kits were truly ThornClan's last hope. If they survived than the memory of ThornClan would live on in the next generation.
AN: So, this is the beginning of my new story, ThornClan's Beginning. It's similar to the last story I wrote, but I kind of scrapped that idea and went with this one. ThornClan's beginning will likely have between thirty to thirty-five chapters or more depending on how long the plot is dragged on. Please let me know what you thought of this, and constructive criticism is welcomed!