A/N hey guys! This is a story idea that I just wanted to throw out there to see if anyone likes it. Please review and let me know what you think
Disclaimer: I don't own warriors
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full summery-
We know that when a cat is no longer remembered, they fade from StarClan. But where do they go? Follow your favorite characters in the future clans. They have finally been forgotten and are reborn into an alternative set of clans where most of the same things that the real clans went through, has happened here as well. Follow an adventure to meet their doubles, and set right a wrong long neglected. In After
After
Prologue-
Gathering POV
It was a dark breezeless night in leaffall. The only only lights were the stars and the Full moon. All the cats of the gathering would much rather be tucked into warmer nests with their Clanmates, but the gathering had to happen.
"ShadeClan has had the privilege of gaining two new kits this moon." Rasps a large black Tom, with a deep voice, from the top of a boulder. "Maplekit and Squirrelkit, born to Leafstrike and Rowanfire. That is all." He then sits down motioning to a young looking light brown tabby she cat, who then stands.
"Thank you Nightmoon. StormClan have gained kits as well this moon. Cinderkit, Honeykit, and Hollykit. All she kits, born to Nettleheart and Stonewhisper." She meows "Also, we have a new warrior among us today.
Webpaw has earned her warrior name and is now Webfrost." The cats of the Gathering cheer, though some more enthusiastically than others. She sits and nods to a smokey gray tabby she cat, who stands, lifting her chin in pride.
"DawnClan has also been blessed with kits this moon. Bumblekit, Blossomkit, and Briarkit. Born to Petalfur. We have nothing else to report." She looks around at the gathered cats before sitting.
A silvery tabby she cat stands with grace, but power is evident in her stance.
"DuskClan has plentiful prey even in leaffall, the river feeds us. There is nothing else of importance." She sits and flicks her tail at a thin tan she cat.
She stands quickly and stumbles in the rush, the grace of the last leader forgotten.
"Prey stealers!" She yowls
Words of protest and outrage leave the mouths of all other clans.
"We didn't touch your prey!" Yells a ginger tabby
"Why would we want your rabbits anyway?" Scoffs a dark gray apprentice
"We have found rabbit fur and the scent of cats on our territory!" She yowls, interrupting any other arguments made against her accusation.
"CLAN scent or just cats?" Asks the large black Tom
"It must have been clan cats!" She insists. "No loner or kittypet is fast enough to catch rabbits, but a cat from another clan could be."
Suddenly a cream she cat, her deputy, jumps onto the rock.
"Swiftmoon stop this!" She yells "We have no proof that it could have been a clan cat, there was no clan scent!"
Swiftmoon ends her turn and sits, glaring down at all the clans.
The black Tom stands again. "This gathering is over!"