Thanks everyone for your OCs you gave me. I still need a few more, but if you're wondering, I made my own, Willow, Tinker, and Ballas. Thanks! Now here comes the first chapter! ENJOY!

Willow made her way down a small creek to get a drink. Her ruffled gray fur was prickling, ready for anyone or anything to appear. She gave a small mew, and trotted the rest of the way down. She smiled. This water was fresh.

A small but somewhat bigger cat appeared behind her. It slowly crept forward, its icy blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight. Then, it tumbled onto her. Willow gave a hiss, and defensively scratched one of his gray stripes along his back. The cat hissed at Willow with fury, then sprang off of her.

"Come on, I was only playing!"

"You're too old to play, Thunderpelt!"

"Who says?"

"I say." Willow snapped back with a sharp tongue. Thunderpelt glared at her. Then he huffed and walked away. A pale ginger she-cat and a russet tabby tom came up to the side of Willow.

"You don't have to be so hard on him." the she-cat said.

"I was getting a drink." Willow objected.

The tom looked to her. "Amber's right." he mewed.

Another voice came up then. "And who asked your opinion, Rex?" The tom looked to where the voice came from.

"Hello, Tinker." he said unwelcomingly. A black cat sprang down from a tree branch and landed in front of Willow. She silently thanked him, and admired his lean gray limbs. She also admired his perfect timing. He was a friend of Willow's, but not so much of Rex and Amber. A pretty close friend, actually. Willow sometimes fantasized what their kits might look like if they had any.

"AH!" a voice screeched. Everyone turned around. A brown she-cat with pure white dapples on her back and white paws had fallen out of a tree behind the other cats. Rex looked her up and down.

"Fawn?"

She looked shy. "Do I know you?" Rex shook his head. "Nevermind. I gotta go. Amber?"

Amber looked at her brother. She shrugged and walked out of sight, Rex just behind her. Tinker stared at Fawn. She had peculiarly long ears.

"Fawn, huh?" Tinker observed. "You sure do look like one."

"Fawn? Where did you go? Fawn? Fawn!" A russet tom appeared, his green eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"Fawn! There you are!" He bounded up to the shy she-cat, showering her ears in licks. She purred softly. Tinker and Willow took that moment to look at each other. Willow snapped a branch as she stepped forward to observe the new tom on her turf.

"And you are?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Rowan." he dipped his head. "My name is Rowan." Tinker stepped in sync with Willow. Rowan, he thought, looked a lot like Rex. Willow started to turn around.

"Wait!" Fawn called. And as easily as Fawn had called her, Willow ignored her. She bounded to the creek again and took a long drink. After that, she stepped up and licked the remaining drops off of her whiskers. As she looked back a last time, Tinker was chatting with them. She gave a small huff and walked back toward where her temporary den was. She went to a tree. She looked under-and in between- a root and another. She found a small hole.

Willow made her way into the den, and partly hollow tree. There was enough space to where she could have her nest, a few guest nests, and a prey pile. This was all she needed. All including her own made water collector out of a few twigs and some rocks. Willow smiled and slowly lay her head down to fall asleep