Sandstorm must chose between love and loyalty...

When the forest becomes a battlefield, when the Clans turn against each other, when all heck breaks lose, the Clans need a miracle, if they are to survive the next moon.
In the middle of all the chaos, a kit is born. Daughter to the ThunderClan deputy, young Sandkit is expected of great things, good hunting, good fighting and to be a the best apprentice in the whole Clan. But then Sandkit, later Sandstorm, is caught between the loyalty of her Clan and a fire that burns in her heart. Follow Sandstorm's journey, through love, turmoil, betrayal and loyalty beyond the Clans themselves
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Allengiances
THUNDERCLAN

Leader Bluestar- blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes
Deputy Redtail- tortoiseshell tom with amber eyes and a distinctive ginger tail
Medicine CatSpottedleaf-pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes

Warriors
Thistleclaw-dark gray tom with blue eyes
Lionheart-magnificent golden tabby tom with thick fur like a lion's mane
Tigerclaw-big dark brown tabby tom with unusually long front claws.
Whitestorm-big white tom
Darkstripe-sleek black-and-gray tabby tom
APPRENTICE- LONGPAW
Runningwind-swift tabby tom
Goldenflower-pale ginger coat
Willowpelt-very pale gray she-cat with unusual blue eyes
Mousefur-small dusky brown she-cat
Rosetail- pinkish orange she-cat with blue eyes

Apprentices
Longpaw- pale tabby tom with dark black stripes

Queens
Speckletail- speckled she-cat
Robinwing- brown she-cat with a red chest like a robin (mother of Dustkit (brown tom) and Ravenkit (black tom with a white chest, ear tips, and tail tip)
Brindleface- pretty tabby she-cat (mother of Redtail's kits; Sandkit (pale ginger she-cat)
Willowpelt-very pale gray she-cat with unusual blue eyes (expecting kits)

Elders
Poppydawn-light brown she-cat
Fuzzypelt- black tom
One-eye- pale gray she-cat, the oldest she-cat in ThunderClan; virtually blind and deaf
Dappletail- once-pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with a lovely dappled coat
Smallear- gray tom with very small ears; oldest tom in ThunderClan
Halftail- big dark brown tabby tom with part of his tail missing

SHADOWCLAN

Leader Brokenstar-long-haired dark brown tabby
DeputyBlackfoot- large white tom with huge jet-black paws
Medicine CatYellowfang- old dark gray she-cat with a broad, flattened face

Warriors
Stumpytail- brown tabby tom
Nightpelt- black tom
Kinkflower- gray she-cat with white patches
Flintfang- gray tom with green eyes
APPRENTICE-BADGERPAW

Queens
Dawncloud- small tabby
Brightflower- black and white she-cat

Elders
Ashfur- thin gray tom

WINDCLAN

Leader Tallstar- black and white tom with a long tail
APPRENTICE-MORNINGPAW
Deputy- Ferretleap- skinny brown tom
Medicine Cat Barkface- brown tabby tom

Warriors
Ashfoot- ash-colored she-cat
Tinycloud- gray she-cat
Harewhisker- light brown tabby tom

Queens
Heatherdawn- light tabby she-cat (mother of Owlkit and Onekit)

RIVERCLAN

LeaderCrookedstar- huge light brown tabby tom with a twisted jaw
APPRENTICE-STONEPAW- gray tom with blue eyes
DeputyOakheart- light oak-colored tom
Medicine CatMudfur-brown tom

Warriors
Graypool- pale gray she-cat
Leopardfur- usually spotted she-cat
Whiteclaw- dark warrior
Gorsefoot- brown tom
Mapleshade- sneaky light brown she-cat
Tawnyblaze-light brown tom
APPRENTICE-MISTYPAW-blue-gray she-cat

Queens
Willowbreeze-tabby she-cat (mother of Crookedstar's daughter; Silverkit)

Cats Outside Clans
Barly- long haired black and white tom
Nutmag- brown and ginger tabby she-cat (mother of Rusty, Princess, Lily, and Hazel.)

A/N: Hey peeps! This story is about one of my favorite cats, Sandstorm! This is my first fanfic here, so...read and review for a free unicorn! YAY:D

Sandstorm's Heart: Prologue

The blistering greenleaf was coming to an end. Soon the fresh-kill pile would get smaller and smaller, before only a decent mouthful would remain. One of the four Clans of the forest, ThunderClan, waited for the hard leaf-bare to begin.

A tabby she-cat parked herself outside the bramble nursery on the last night of greenleaf. She breathed in the warm, refreshing scents of the forest and the familiar scents of her Clanmates around her. She felt safe and protected; she knew that these warriors, her Clanmates, would do anything for her, even if it meant giving their life. After all, she was carrying the next generation of warriors. Kits were important in a Clan.

The queen licked her swollen belly and felt a tender kick. She purred. She still had a few more sunrises till the kits were finally born, but she couldn't wait.

What if they don't like me? She thought suddenly. What if I raise them wrong? All these thoughts were rushing through her head, like a stream during a flood. But then she felt a new flame that flickered inside her. "I can do this," she told herself. "I won't be alone. I have my Clanmates to help me." She smiled and felt more confident.

A tortoiseshell tom padded into the moonlit clearing. His pelt looked like shiny metal and his eyes reflected the light. "You should be in the nursery sleeping," he advised, he voice low and quiet.

"I know, Redtail," answered the queen, her eyes glowing with love in the dim light. "It's just after tonight I might never feel the moon's light on my fur until after I kitted."

Redtail purred and put his fluffy, fox-like tail on her shoulder. "Don't worry Brindleface. I am just as worried about the kitting. It will be the first time that I will be a father."

Brindleface licked his ear. "You will be a wonderful father. I know you will."

The tom blinked and rubbed his muzzle against her cheek. "Are you sure Spottedleaf said that the kits won't be due until the full moon?"

"Why, you don't trust Spottedleaf?" questioned Brindleface, naming the Clan's medicine cat, her eyes now in tiny slits.

"I trust her with all my heart," Redtail replied honestly. "I am just making sure. I wanted to ask if you would like to go for a walk with me, before the kits come." Redtail licked his chest fur.

Brindleface nodded. "A walk sounds nice. I do need to get out of the nursery."

Redtail led her to the camp entrance and led them out into the forest. They passed Whitestorm, who was guarding the camp entrance. They padded along side by side, matching each other's steps.

"How are Robinwing's new kits?" asked Redtail, sounding happier and calmer. Robinwing, the oldest queen in the nursery, had just given birth to two toms just about a moon ago. The kits were born weak, due to Robinwing's older age when she gave birth to them. Spottedleaf had said that the chance of them surviving was one-in-a-million.

"They are doing really well," answered Brindleface, thinking about the healthy progress of the two kits. "Dustkit opened his eyes yesterday. They are big and beautiful. Ravenkit hasn't opened his eyes yets." She sighed. "But I guess every kit does in their own time."

Redtail flicked his tail across her belly. "I wonder what color eyes our kits will have."

Brindleface nodded, wondering the same thing. "I think they will have amber eyes, like yours. I doubt they'll look like mine." Brindleface blinked her fabulous green eyes.

Redtail let out a deep purr. "I think they will look just as beautiful as you, though."

Brindleface licked his cheek and purred. "Let's rest here," she meowed, lying on some comfy moss next to a tree. Redtail lay next to her, wrapping his tail around her.

Brindleface soon felt a strong kick in her belly, sharper than the one back at camp. She winced. "Oh StarClan," she murmured.

Redtail looked at his mate, his eyes full of concern. "Are you okay?"

His mate was nodding when another kick made her squeal. "No! I think they're coming!" Her eyes were glazed in terror. "Redtail, the kits are coming!"

The tom froze with fear. "Coming? But the full moon isn't for another quarter of a moon! The kits are early!"

Brindleface nodded. She wanted to scream, but if there was a predator like a fox nearby, it would come for sure. She didn't want to panic. Yet, they were too far away from camp for Redtail to run back and get Spottedleaf. She would have to deliver the kits on her own.

Redtail grabbed some plant and sniffed it quickly. "Eat these!" he ordered. "It is borage. It will help you-" He was cut off by a squeak and a kit landed on the moss. Redtail quickly nipped the wet sac and licked the tiny kit. The kit lay motionless.

"Oh StarClan, no!" whispered Brindleface, emotion choked her like a piece of fresh-kill in her throat. "Please, don't be dead..."

Suddenly, the kit raised its head, letting a tiny, almost silent squeak. Redtail sighed in relief and pressed their kit toward Brindleface's belly. "She is alive," he breathed. He sounded as though the life was taken out of him.

Brindleface glanced at her belly,and then her mate. "Is that it?" she asked. She didn't feel any more kicking and she could only feel one heartbeat and it was the heart that was suckling next to her.

"I guess so, my love," answered Redtail, nuzzling the borage toward her. "Eat those herbs up so that our daughter can have some milk."

Brindleface ate the borage leaves and gazed at her precious kit. The she-kit had a pale ginger pelt with barely visible tabby stripes. Her tiny, pale paws kneading her belly, suckling happily. "She is so small," muttered Brindleface, her tail grazing across her kit's spine. "Smaller than a mouse even." She looked at Redtail, distress in her green gaze. "How will she survive the upcoming leaf-bare, Redtail? The Clans aren't exactly the friendliest at the moment. Our kit will be in danger..."

It was as if there was a small fire sparked inside of Redtail, for he looked at Brindleface with wise eyes, far beyond his years. "She is strong," he answered, wistfully. "She has StarClan on her side. She is very lucky to have survived tonight. And if she survived when it was at her weakest, then she will survive anything. She will grow and become stronger than any cat that has walked the forest. She will have us to guide her there; to the path of becoming a warrior."

Redtail's words made Brindleface more confidant; it was true. Brindleface looked at her daughter. She had strong hopes for her: great hunter, powerful fighter, loyal clanmate and maybe someday leader of ThunderClan.

That night, Brindleface laid her head on top of Redtail's flank, absorbing the warmth from his tortoiseshell fur. She looked at her mate and he looked back at her. "What will we name her?" asked Redtail softly.

Brindleface looked at her kit. She smiled and licked the kit's head. She glanced back at Redtail, her eyes glowing.

The forest breeze blew through their fur, and the stars of StarClan shone down on them from above. Brindleface glanced up, and took a breath. Redtail flicked her ears, gazing at their kit in fatherly pride. Both seemed to have figured out a name. And at the same time, they said it out loud.

"Sandkit."

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