This is a kinda random fic, but the rest of mine are random too, and I might delete this one if no one likes it. Please read it though, and review! If you review to my story, I'll review to yours.

Summary- Three kittens, scarred by their names, doubted by the clan, for mixed heritage. Griefpaw, Maskpaw, Sorrowpaw. Will they be accepted, or are the doubts placed with reason. When destiny calls, will they be loyal, or will they give the others reason to doubt?

A chill wind echoed through the pines, finding two warriors alone in a clearing. One, a beautiful ginger female, smelled of Thunderclan. The other, a handsome spotted male, smelled strongly of fished, of Riverclan. There were cats watching them. Watching them as the male murmured, "I love you," watching the female reply, "I love you, too."

The spying cats smelled of Thunderclan, and with a yowl, two white warriors and a brown one leapt out of the bushes, startling the feline lovers. The female's eyes widened and her eyes clouded with recognition of her clan mates. "No," she cried, and yelled to her Riverclan mate, "Run, Streamheart, run!"

But the spotted male would not leave her side, and was struck down by the Thunderclan cats. The ginger female cried out in despair, as she saw her betraying mate's life blood trickle to saturate the earth. Streamheart of Riverclan was dead.

The brown warrior turned to the ginger one and said, "Fernfur, how could you? You are my sister; I never thought you would betray Thunderclan." His sister said to her brother, "No, Littleheart, you wouldn't understand, and you killed him! How could you?" Her voice trembled with fury and sadness, and she leaped at her brother, claws unsheathed. She attacked him, swiping at him, clawing him, and managed to tear his ear off, leaving a bloody stump.

One of the white warriors interfered, and pulled Fernfur off of her brother. He said disgustedly, "Fernfur, I was your mentor. I cannot believe that you would betray your clan, and then attack a clan mate, your brother no less! You are not the cat I thought you were. You disgust me, Fernfur of Thunderclan, if I can even call you that anymore."

He stormed away, leaving the brown and white warriors to deal with the renegade she-cat, bringing her back to the clan. Tawnystar greeted them, and when she saw the state Fernfur was in she said, "What is the meaning of this?"

Fernfur replied, her voice still wavery and trembling. "I fell in love with a Riverclan cat. He was the most honorable and kind cat in the woods, and I will not feel disgrace for what I did. The only moment I regret was not being able to protect him from Littleheart. I must go to the nursery now, I am expecting kits."

She walked to the nursery and lay down next to her mother, who was expecting her third litter of kits. Her mother edged away and said nothing to her. Fernfur's best friend, Honeywing, walked by the nursery the next day, and when Fernfur called out to her, Honeywing cast her a look of disgust and hurt, and went to sit next to Pinkstorm, her mate. Fernfur mewed under her breath, "Why couldn't Streamheart have been in Thunderclan? No one would have thought of me with the word disgrace then?"

Three months later, she gave birth to three kits; two females, one male.

One of the females was small, and beautiful. She had dark burnt orange fur, darker around the edges and a white tail, resembling a fox. The other female was Grey, and had dapples of lighter fur. The male was extremely cute. He was tall, but not fat. His fur was silver, but surrounding his eyes was a black shape, like a mask. Still wallowing in her grief, she named the three kits according to her mood. The beautiful orange one; Griefkit, the grey one; Sorrowkit, the cute male; Maskkit.

A few days later, Fernfur died. Her beautiful form was found at the bottom of the cliff, having flung herself from it during the night. No-one sat vigil behind her that night. The kits were given to Fernfur's mother, by force, who had only had one kit. They already had a strong connection to each other, huddling together through the nights.

The kit of Goldenrod, Fernfur's mother, was a male. He was smallish, but extremely handsome despite his size. He hard glossy fur, the color of copper, and was therefore named Copperkit. There were only six kits in the nursery; Copperkit, Griefkit, Sorrowkit, Maskkit, and two others; Greenkit and Joykit. Joykit was a female with silver fur with faint stripe and long fur. Greenkit was brown with green eyes and long fur.

Under normal circumstances, a leader would have changed the names to more uplifting titles, but not with the kits of the betrayer, Fernfur. Apprenticed, they were Griefpaw, Maskpaw and Sorrowpaw, their adorable grey-blue eyes filled with sorrow. They had the lowliest mentors possible, and Maskpaw and Griefpaw shared one. Their mentor was Longfur, and Sorrowpaw's mentor was Brokenleg, a crippled cat with a twisted leg.

They did not know why they were treated badly, and they did not particularly care; they had themselves and their friends; Copperpaw and Joypaw. As much as Goldenrod had tried to convince him not to, Copperpaw was best friends with Maskpaw, and also good friends with Griefpaw, the fox-like one. Joypaw and Sorrowpaw were inseparable, attached at the hip.

Griefpaw was different. Although she was friends with Copperpaw and good friends too, she felt alone. She shared a special connection with the dead. They came to her at night, whispering in her ears, popping out of shadows. Griefpaw had a special connection with one cat in particular though, her mother Fernfur. Copperpaw would sometimes appear in her dreams too, leaping out of shadows, and whispering to her, like the dead. Griefpaw was frightened, and with good reason.