Thunderclan
Leader- Shinestar: Long furred grey she-cat.
Deputy- Fallenfur: Short haired tabby tom
Medicine Cat- Fumbletonque: Short haired black tom with long tail.
Warriors-
Youngfoot- Small, white she-cat.
Crouchtail- Bulky, young black and brown tabby tom.
Feathernose- Short haired blue she-cat Apprentice- Dottedpaw
Dustspots- Grey and white tom, Apprentice-
Limpfoot- Large, brown tom with a limp Apprentice- Yewpaw
Firerain- Young, orange female.
Ruggedstorm- Long furred brown tom Apprentice- Littlepaw
Mouseskitter- Skinny brown tabby tom.
Crystalgaze- White she-cat with blue eyes.
Rednight- Light orange she-cat, Apprentice- Dashpaw
Longleap- Long legged black tom.
Mottledsong- Short furred calico female.
Queens-
Heatherfire- Fluffy tabby she-cat, mothering Dustspots kits. Sparkkit, Gritkit, Sunkit
Rushtail- Black and white she-cat, mother of Daykit and Nightkit, mothering Fallenfur's kits.
Apprentices-
Dashpaw- Small grey female.
Littlepaw- Grey and white tom.
Dottedpaw Tortousshell female.
Yewpaw- Mottled brown and black female.
Elders-
Flashfire- Orange, aged she-cat.
Onefoot- Cranky, old black tomcat with missing leg.
Riverclan
Leader- Silverstar- Greyish silver, lean female.
Deputy- Gorgegrowl- Sleek brown tom with large shoulders.
Medicine cat- Slickface- Orange tom with white face.
Shadowclan-
Leader- Reedstar- Skinny, black tom with wiry strength.
Deputy- Hugepelt- Very large tabby tom.
Medicine cat- Pinetail- Light blue, fluffy she-cat.
Windclan-
Leader- Eaststar- Black tom with white paws.
Deputy- Sleetflip- Short haired white she-cat.
Medicine cat- Feebleleap- Small, tortoiseshell she-cat. Apprentice- Hollypaw.
Prolouge
A dark wind seemed to whistle through out the tree's, sending a chill through every cats fur. Despite that sparkling stars high above the tree tops, all the cats felt uneasy, all across the territories.
To the edge of Sunningrocks, one cat sat by herself, tail tucked neatly around her paws as she stared upward into the depthless black sky. The starlight seemed to reflect in her amber gaze, but despite the obvious attempt she was making at trying to relax, you could see the tension beneath her fur, the rolling of her muscles, the way her jaw was clenched.
A sudden movement in the tree's behind her back caused her to stiffen, but it took only one small sniff to realize that she was not threatened. Fumbletounge, the medicine cat of Thunderclan, slid out of the bushes, his well kept tabby fur sleek and shining. He slid forward and took a seat beside his leader, staring up into the sky.
Finally, after many moment of comfortable silence, the grey she-cat spoke up, "There is danger coming, I can feel it in my very bones,"
Fumbletounge shifted, scuffling his paws on the ground, "I-I am well a-aware of the d-dangers you feel," He let out a cough to stop the stuttering his throat, "Starclan has yet to speak to me, sadly,"
The grey she-cats claws sunk deep into the earth below her paws, leaving long, dark gouge marks in the dirt, "There has been nothing?"
He nodded, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them again.
There was a sudden commotion in the river and the water seemed to pick up, the waves splashing back and forth. Fumbletounge froze, his gaze locked on the rough water. The grey cat stared at him silently, but the glint in her eyes was obvious and the way her clawing had changed to kneading the ground showed she was anxious.
Finally, Fumbletounge straightened up. His fur was spiked out in many directions, his eyes narrowed as if in deep concentration. He coughed, a ragged sound that seemed to shake his whole body, "It was a sign, Shinestar," Raising his head, he stared at the sky and when he finally spoke, it was not his own voice, or did not appear to be, "Two will come, different as day is to night and send waves of chaos back where they belong," Then with a shudder, Fumbletounge allowed his head to fall, hunching his shoulders.
Shinestar stared across the river into Riverclan, her nose twitching as she scented the air. Whiskerers quivering, she spoke up, narrowing her glowing amber eyes, "They've been born, haven't they?"
Fumbletounge, crouched down, digging his own claws into the ground. When he spoke, he couldn't keep the quiver from his voice, "Y-yes, they were b-born only last n-night,"
Shinestar closed her eyes completely, her agitation showing through her lashing tail, "Will my clan survive?"
Fumbletounge sat in silence, before rising to his feet, shaking his head back and forth, "I don't know," Turning, he slipped into the bushes, leaving Shinestar alone.
She stared at the churning water for few more moments, before shaking her head roughly. With her ears flat against her head, turning in one swift, graveful motion, she slunk back into the bushes, her tail dragging behind her in the dust.
