So here are the allegiances and the prologue for "Tales of the Lost Tribe: Blazing Memory" and I am really excited for this because this is my second series for "Warriors" (which I do NOT own). Please enjoy!

Allegiances

Tribe of the Rustling Oak

Healer: Teller of the Fallen Leaves (Leafteller) –Small dark ginger tabby tom

Prey-Hunters: (Toms and she-cats that specialize in hunting)

Bright Star that Shines by Night (Bright) - Sleek dark cream she-cat

Fire that Burns after Lightning (Fire) – Fluffy snowy-white she-cat with bright-red scars on face

Morning of the Red Sun (Morning) – Ginger tabby and white tom

To-Be Pond with the Tall Reeds (Pond)

Daisy that Stands Tall in Wind (Daisy) – Gray and white she-cat

Tree-Guards: (Toms and she-cats that specialize in fighting)

Crystal of Falling Ice (Crystal) – Tabby light ginger she-cat

To-Be: Storm that Waits in Distance (Storm)

Bramble with Feather in Thorns (Bramble) – Broad-shouldered ginger tom with thick pelt

Hawk that Soars above Clouds (Hawk) – Large cream and brown tom

Rowan Tree that Covers the Sky (Rowan) - Dark ginger tabby tom with thick pelt

To-Bes: (Over eight moons old in training to become a prey-hunter or tree-guard)

Storm that Waits in Distance (Storm) – Slender black tom

Pond with the Tall Reeds (Pond) – Brown tabby she-cat

Kit Mothers: (She-cats expecting or nursing kits)

Marsh where Lily Pads Lay (Marsh) – Gray tabby with blue eyes

Minnow that Darts in Stream (Minnow) – Mottled gray with amber eyes

Flash of the Flying Firefly (Flash) – White with black tail and blue eyes

Elders: (Former prey-hunters, tree-guards, and kit-mothers)

Raccoon that Hides in Shadows (Raccoon) – Dark gray tom

Prologue

Flames roared through the branches of an olden oak, leaping from branch-to-branch as fast as any squirrel could. Below the branches cats scurried to flee from the flames.

"Poppy what happened to the other kits?" yowled a dark gray tom to a pale ginger she-cat carrying a newborn kit.

"I'm so sorry, Raccoon," whispered Poppy solemnly stumbling up to the tom. "I just couldn't carry all of them it is all my fault."

Raccoon bowed his head and scrunched up his eyes. Please this can't be happening, the tree guard thought hopelessly. In the name of the Tribe of Endless Hunting let this be a bad dream.

Feeling the heat lick his fur again Raccoon forced open his eyes. Falling pieces of charred wood and burning leaves filled the air with smoke. He looked towards the great oaks where the Tribe of the Rustling Oak made their home amongst the numerous hollows and gaps in the roots. The kit-mother den was completely up in flames that were rapidly spreading elsewhere. Raccoon suddenly felt a liquid pooling up around his paws. Looking down he found it was a bright red and was forming a puddle beneath his feet. To his absolute horror he realized it was blood!

"Poppy you are bleeding!" he yowled to his mate over the roar of the flames and caterwauls of panicking cats. "Quickly we need to get you and the kit to Leafteller!"

Raccoon plucked the kit from Poppy's jaws, put his shoulder to her shoulder and started urging her on towards the edge of the clearing.

"Come on Poppy," he meowed around the kit's tiny scruff. "If we make it up to the Hill of the Bright Moon we will be safe from the flames."

"Raccoon… Please... I… can't… go… on…," Poppy faintly meowed before she collapsed onto the hard-packed earth.

"What? Y-yes you can," stuttered Raccoon. "Please you have to you-you have not even named the kit!"

"Silly toms…" Poppy faintly meowed opening her eyes a bit her voice softer. "I am dying only because I gave birth to that kit and her siblings… I don't have to go on any longer…" she murmured Raccoon straining to hear her. "Being with you and giving birth to my own kits has already filled my life with more joy than I could have ever hoped for…"

But giving birth has already taken away your life as well, Raccoon thought looking at the blood dribbling out from between her back legs. "But you still need to name your kit," he meowed feeling the kit struggle feebly. "What was the first thing you saw when you gave birth to it?"

"Fire…" Poppy murmured. "Name her, she is a she-cat, Fire that Burns after Lightning…" Poppy sighed as her eyelids fell closed the faint rise and fall of her chest stopped.

Raccoon had no time to mourn his mate's loss. Treacherous burning fragments were starting to singe his pelt and he felt that now his purpose was to get the kit to safety.

"See you in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, my love," he meowed quietly, stealing one last look at the once-beautiful ginger she-cat who had once truly been the passion of his life. Taking the kit he dashed up the Moonhill to safety, the long dew laden grass soothing his paw-pads that had been burned by the blazing ashes.

Raccoon reached the top of the Moonhill. The stars were obscured by the heavy dark clouds that had brought the lightning which ignited the fire. He suddenly felt a drop of coolness hit is fur.

"Raccoon that Hides in Shadows come over here."

Raccoon turned to the source of the voice and he found a small, dark ginger tabby tom with large emerald green eyes taking shelter under a tall willow tree.

"Leafteller!" Raccoon meowed padding over to him.

"Is that a kit you have there?" asked Leafteller.

"Yes," he meowed his throat tightening. "It is my mate's kit."

"Where is your mate?" asked Leafteller.

"She is with the Tribe of Endless Hunting now," Raccoon meowed bowing his head longing to just collapse and wail his grief to the sky.

"Let me see it," growled Leafteller.

Raccoon handed over the kit to Leafteller's jaws. Leafteller set the kit on the ground and studied her for a few moments. "Raccoon does this kit have a name?"

"Yes, her name is Fire that Burns after Lightning," Raccoon meowed.

"Well it seems your kit has been burned badly," meowed Leafteller.

"What?" meowed Raccoon. "Is she in pain? Will she live?"

"She had just been burned in the face," meowed Leafteller. "She would live but her appearance would never be the same."

"What? Let me see!" yowled Raccoon rushing up to his kit. When he looked in his kit's face he nearly gagged. The burned area was charred and black some places were bright red with blood oozing out. "How could this happen to my kit?" he gasped.

"Calm down Raccoon," meowed Leafteller placing his tail on his shoulder. "The burns luckily have not affected any of her eyes or her nose and by what I can see here she could make a fine prey-hunter some day."

"So she will…" Raccoon trailed off. "I just hope my tribe-mates would be just as accepting as you, Leafteller."

So what do you think? Is it good? I'd really like to know your opinions! So please PLEASE review!