Silver Light
Thunderclan Allegiances
Leader: Birchstar-Brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Deputy: Leaftail-Pretty brown and white-furred she-cat with amber eyes
Medicine cat: Dewberry- Grey she-cat with white paws and underbelly and blue eyes
Apprentice, Honeypaw- Golden she-cat with green eyes
WARRIORS
Firestorm- Orange tom with green eyes
Apprentice, Featherpaw
Nightclaw- Black she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice-Rockpaw
Snowpelt- White and grey she-cat with green eyes
Mousetail- Brown tom with blue eyes
Blueclaw- Blue furred she-cat with light blue eyes
Apprentice-Lionpaw
Flowertail- Dappled tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice-Deerpaw
Barkclaw- Dark brown tom with amber eyes
Cedarwhisker-Black tom with white paws and amber eyes
Sparrowwing-Light brown tom with blue eyes
Fleetfoot-Dark brown tom with green eyes
Talonclaw-Black tom with dark orange eyes
QUEENS
Mistheart- Silver she-cat with green eyes
Sweetrose-Golden she-cat with blue eyes
Skygaze-She-cat with short grey fur and teal eyes
APPRENTICES
Featherpaw- Long-furred white she-cat with amber eyes
Lionpaw-Golden tom with blue eyes
Rockpaw-Gray tom with dark blue eyes
Deerpaw-Light brown she-cat with green eyes
KITS
Silverkit-Silver she-kit with green eyes and grey markings in her fur
Nettlekit-Brown tom with amber eyes and fur that sticks up
Pinekit-Brown she-kit with green eyes
ELDERS
Hazelclaw-Brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Sunfur-Cream-furred tom with amber eyes
PROLOGUE
It was moon-high and the only sound to be heard in the Thunderclan camp was the rustling of dry leaves in the leaf-bare breeze and the soft snoring of a few cats. A silver furred she-cat sat at the entrance of the nursery, gazing at the silent camp. She wrapped her plumy tail around her swollen belly and sighed. Leaf-bare was a bad time to be expecting kits. But nevertheless, the kits would be born and she would become a mother. Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the golden she-cat who had emerged from the nursery.
"Can't get to sleep, Mistheart?", asked the golden she-cat cordially.
Mistheart shook her head. "I can feel the kits and I just couldn't get to sleep," she murmured.
"You're worried that you and your kits are going to be a burden in this leaf-bare aren't you, Mistheart?" questioned the golden she-cat as she gazed at the candle-coloured orb hanging in the sky.
"Leaf-bare is one of the worst times for kits to be born after all, Sweetrose," sighed Mistheart.
"Kits are always a blessing no matter when they are born and we could always do with more warriors," Sweetrose pointed out gently.
Mistheart suddenly gave a gasp and crumpled to the ground.
Sweetrose turned to look at the writhing queen, bewildered.
"The kits, they're coming," she hissed and gave a screech of pain.
"I'll be back. Hold on," mewed Sweetrose as she raced towards the medicine cat den.
"Dewberry, come quick! Mistheart's having her kits!" she mewed, her voice flooded with urgency.
A gray and white she-cat rose immediately, followed by a smaller golden she-cat. They bounded over to the nursery.
Meanwhile, Mistheart was in the nursery, screeching in pain. By now, most of the clan was awake and anxiously staring at the nursery. Barkclaw was outside the nursery arguing with Honeypaw about letting him in.
"No one can enter, Barkclaw. Not even you," mewed Honeypaw as the dark brown tom was practically climbing over her to get into the nursery.
"I need to see her," he growled.
Honeypaw was about to reply when Sweetrose popped her head out of the nursery.
"Mistheart is in safe paws, Barkclaw and all this noise is helping no one," mewed the golden she-cat firmly.
Barkclaw conceded and took to pacing outside the nursery until after what seemed like moons later, Dewberry finally let him in.
He shot over to Mistheart's side the second the words were out of Dewberry's mouth.
His heart melted as he saw an exhausted Mistheart gently licking three scraps of fur that were nuzzling at her belly.
"They're perfect, Mistheart," he whispered.
Mistheart nodded. "We should name them now," she murmured.
Barkclaw turned his attention back to the kits. Two of them were she-kits and one was a tom, Dewberry had said. One of the she-kits and the tom had dark brown fur, not unlike Barkclaw's. The other she-kit was a spitting image of Mistheart with silver fur and grey markings.
"How about Nettlekit for the tom? His fur sticks up like nettles," said Barkclaw. "And maybe Pinekit for the brown she-kit?"
"Those are lovely names, Barkclaw," whispered Mistheart. "What do you think about Silverkit for the last one?" asked Mistheart.
"Perfect," replied Barkclaw.
Sweetrose approached them. "Let Mistheart get some sleep, Barkclaw. Can't you see that she's exhausted?"
Barkclaw grudgingly agreed and headed to the warriors den after bidding the two queens a goodnight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "One of the kits is named Silverkit, Birchstar," mewed Dewberry, her eyes betraying the worry in the usually placid medicine cat.
"She may not be the one but we should still keep an eye on her. Thank you for telling me this, Dewberry," Birchstar mewed.
Dewberry nodded and left Birchstar's den. She gazed at silverpelt.
"Please don't let it happen, Starclan," whispered Dewberry before retreating to the medicine cat's den.
There was absolute silence as every cat, even the newborn kits were fast asleep.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the Thunderclan camp and it seemed to whisper, as though telling a secret, "A silver star shall rise in the dark and in the darkness of night, she will start a spark. The slumbering army will wake and blood will run red in the lake."
Moonlight filtered through the entrance of the nursery, falling on the silver kit's fur and it lit up her fur, making her look like a star shining on earth.
This is my first ever Fanfiction and I hope you liked it. I would really appreciate reviews and if you think that there is something that I should improve on, do tell me that too. This is going to be a rather long novel kind of thing so I will be writing new chapters every now and then. Thank you for reading.
~Rain