Hello! I'm Hazelfrost. Before you read on, let me explain a little more about this story. The charecters are based on role-played charecters from my favorite role-play site. Fogstar, Sharpstar, Smallstar, Shootingstar - All their rights belong to the role-players, not me. Now, A better summary would be this:

When a young kittypet named Qweenie leads her four best friends on a search for the Clans, she discovers secrets some say would be left better alone, and she finds enemys in the most unlikely places… Will the five kittypets soon return home? Or will the meet their death in the forest? Or does StarClan have a completely different fate in mind for them…?

There. Okay, now onto the main event!

"Grrrr! I'm a mighty warrior!"

A bright orange cat leaped onto the back of a small black-and-white tom, growling. She latched her teeth into his scruff and worried it. He yowled and rolled over at once. "Oh yeah?" hissed the tom playfully. "Well I'm a mightier warrior!"

Whiskers, the pretty orange she-cat, sat down. "Hey, that's no fair Pepper! I'm the mightiest warrior in all the forest! You can't be mightier then I am," she complained. Pepper shrugged. "That's okay, I'm the mightiest warrior in all the world!" he challenged.

"And I'm the mightiest LEADER in all the world!" meowed a new voice. An off-white she-cat leaped down and landed lightly on her paws right between the two bickering cats. Princess was a beautiful, compact little cat with dark golden paws, crest, and tip of tail. Pepper was a milk-white tom with black patches on his left ear, his legs and his back. He was of small build, with a round belly and a long tail. Whiskers was bright orange with a white crest and muzzle. Two more cats appeared from the gardens, one was fluffy, dark gray with dark blue eyes. Her fur had a scawny, bunched up appearance, as though it was rarely ever groomed. But that was how she always looked, groomed or not. The last cat was a very light gray with darker gray paws, tail and crest. Pepper smiled at the Princess. "We know you are, Princess!" he squeaked. Princess was sort of like the leader of the little click, as they were called. The little click.

"Honestly!" meowed a new cat. It was River, a light calico. "Ever since Smokey told you stories about the cats in the forest, you've been pretending you were clan cats! Don't you ever tire of that game?"

"Never!" mewed the dark gray she-cat. "ClickClan, attack!" added Princess. At once the young cats surged upon the calico, and she ran off, hissing and screeching. "We took care of her!" giggled Whiskers.

Later, when the sun had slipped away and the stars were out, the little click could be found in a broken-down barn at the edge of the forest, gathered around a elderly gray tabby.

"Well, Goldenheart would not have it. He let loose a fearsome battle cry and lunged at the evil cat, finally finishing him off in one quick bite, and Bloodlust was no more."

The young kittypets gasped. "Goldenheart was so… brave!" whispered Pepper. "And noble!" added Princess. Smokey chuckled.

"Yes, Goldenheart was." he purred. "Now, you young cats had better scamper off to your homes!" he meowed, getting to his paws. "Tomorrow I'll tell you the story of Akeelah and Docileleaf."

"Smokey?" mewed the dark gray cat, standing with him. "Yes, Qweenie?" he asked, fixing his gaze on her. "Are the clans real?" she asked, her blue eyes wide.

"Why of course they are!" meowed Smokey, looking surprised. "You think I make up these stories myself? Yes, they all really did happen. In fact, most the cats from the stories are still alive!"

"Is Goldenheart?" demanded Pepper at once. Smokey shook his head. "I'm afraid not. He died from the injurys that Bloodlust gave him that day."

"You didn't tell us that part!" exclaimed Whiskers. Smokey chuckled. "I didn't want to spoil it for you. Now, good night, you five," he meowed, dismissing them.

"Qweenie! I just killed you!"

Qweenie woke from her reverie. "What?" she asked blankly. Lilo sighed. "I just killed you, just now! Duh, now you've joined Pepper in StarClan!" growled the siamese. Qweenie sighed. "Right, sorry," she mewed. She padded over to Pepper, who was watching the play-fight boredly. "Being in StarClan is no fun," mewed the black-and-white tom. Qweenie nodded. "Hey Pepper, if you were in a Clan, what do you think your warrior name would be?" she asked him, her blue eyes glowing. He thought for a moment. "I would be Pepperedpelt!" he declared. Qweenie purred. "I would be Blueflower," she mewed. Pepper blinked. "That's a pretty name." he purred.

"I would be Whitewhisker!" meowed Whiskers suddenly, making the other two jump. "Whiskers!" mewed Pepper. "You scared me!" Whiskers purred. Princess killed me." she explained. "So now it's just between her and Lilo."

"Princess will win!" meowed Qweenie. "Evil never wins!"

"What are you talking about Qweenie? Lilo is on the good side!" demanded Whiskers, staring at the gray she-cat. "I know," purred Qweenie. "But she killed me, thus making her evil."

The three cats laughed.

"Look, Princess won!" declared Pepper. They all cheered. "Yay, Princess!" cried Qweenie. Lilo came over, followed by Princess.

"Wowee, what a fight!" purred Princess.

"We're discussing names." Pepper mewed. "Names?" aske Lilo, flopping down next to Whiskers.

"Yeah, like I would be Blueflower, Pepper would be Pepperedpelt and Whiskers would be Whitewhisker. What would you guys be?" Qweenie asked her companions. Princess thought a moment. "Goldenfoot." she decided. "But I would be leader, so I guess I'd be Goldenstar."

Lilo purred. "I would be Lilyfoot," she mewed.

Qweenie stood and began pacing. "Wouldn't it be cool if we went and found the Clans?" she asked tentively. "Sure," yawned Lilo. "If they were real."

"What do you mean? You heard Smokey – The Clans are real! And the cats rom the stories are still alive!"

Princess was shaking her head. "Qweenie, Qweenie, Qweenie, Smokey thinks he hatched from an egg for pitys sake! He must have thought up the clans himself, too!" she mewed. Qweenie looked at her sadly. "But… He was right about there being a nest of baby birds in that huge oak tree! Maybe he's right about the clans too." She gazed at the forest longingly.

"Qweenie, I hate to burst your bubble, but a hundred cats living out in the wild, with no humans to feed them? It makes a great story, but really, it just can't happen," meowed Lilo. Qweenie bristled.

"Hey, calm down everycat," mewed Princess hastily. "Don't worry about it Qweenie. Lets play… I know, lets go pretend River is a badger on our territory!" She jumped to her paws and flicked her tail excitedly. "Come on, ClickClan!"

As the other four raced away, Qweenie paused a moment longer to gaze out into the depths of the forest, longing in her dark blue eyes…

Princess stared out the window back in her housefolks home. She and Qweenie lived in the same house, and Whiskers lived at the house next door. Across the black path lived Pepper, and Lilo lived two houses down from him. As Princess gazed outside, she wondered where Qweenie was. That day the little click had gone to hear another story from Smokey, but Qweenie had come home early because she didn't feel well. However, when Princess had come home she couldn't find Qweenie anywhere in the house, and her scent was stale – Qweenie had not come home at all. But where could she have gone? She thought back to earlier that day.

"Hey Smokey, who's the leader of all the Clans now?" Qweenie asked. Smokey purred. "They all have the same leader, except for ThunderClan of course. Majicou became leader after Firestar died," explained the tom.

"Who are you going to tell us about now, Smokey?" Whiskers pleaded.

"Meekheart abd Luckwhisker!" meowed the elderly tom, standing. "Let's begin.

Meekheart was a most kindhearted and beautiful medicine cat, her fur black as night and her eyes as green as newleaf grass. She was disciplined and organized… Whereas Luckfleet was a clumsy, silly, playful warrior who-"

"Smokey?" Qweenie interrupted. Smokey blinked.

"Yes?"

I'm not feeling that well… I think I'll have to go home. Sorry." she mewed. Smokey sighed.

"That's okay. How about you all go home now and I'll tell the story some other time so Qweenie doesn't miss out?"

"Oh, no, that's okay. You guys can all hear the story – I'll be fine on my own," meowed Qweenie quickly. "Really."

Smokey looked uncertain. "If you're sure…"

"Oh yes! I'll be okay. Goodbye!" Qweenie dashed away. Just before she left she paused and looked back. "Um… Smokey… Where did you say the RiverClan cats made their camp? Only I saw a place on our way here that looked like we could use it for a RiverClan camp…?"

"Oh, they make camp on a little island at the river," meowed Smokey. Qweenie nodded and disappeared.

Suddenly Princess sat up. "RiverClan!" she gasped. What if that wasn't the real reason for Qweenies question? What if… What if she went to go find her favorite clan, RiverClan?

Oooh! Please, R&R!