Warriors- Forever
FIRECLAN
Leader- Redstar- red she-cat with black stripe on back
Deputy- Bloodpelt- dark, blood red Tom
Medicine cat- Whitewind- sleek white she-cat
Elders- Greypowder- grey long furred Tom
Redtiger- small ginger Tom,
Bluesock- light grey sleek she-cat
Warriors- Furvain- sleek brown Tom
Bruteclaws- large black Tom
Whitefur (Pepperpaw)- long-furred white She-cat
Strawpelt (Riverpaw)- ginger She-cat
Yellowleaf (Stripepaw)- yellowish short furred she-cat
Apprentices- Riverpaw- blue/grey striped she-cat
Stripepaw- brown striped tom
Pepperpaw- white, black/brown speckles on paws, back, tail, and ears tom
Silverpaw- small grey tom, born when Silverpelt was brightest in the sky
Queens- Marigold- chatty little brown she-cat
Silverpelt- light grey quiet she-cat
Blackmoon- small black quiet she-cat
Prologue
Whitewind stared up at the sky. A breeze ruffled her fur. The darkness seemed to shut out all sounds, smells, and sights. Overhead, an owl flew by, shutting out Silverpelt. The owl dove and grabbed a kit from the ground. Two kits ran towards the river. They were crying out. The owl swooped again and tried to scoop up another kit. A large black tom leapt from the bushes and pounced on the owl. The owl screeched and fought back. The tom rolled onto his back and clawed the owl's legs. The owl flew feebly away.
The two kits were splashing in the river. Trying to fight the current. One of them was swept against a sharp rock and clung to it. The other was being swept down the river.
Whitewind bent forwards and caught the drowning kits scruff. The one on the rock was out of reach.
"Help Me!" she cried, "There is a drowning kit!" The black tom waded into the river and tried to swim to the rock. His back was thrust against it and he yowled in pain. He gripped the kit in his massive jaws and tried to swim back to shore. Huge stones loomed ahead. He was pushed against them by the raging waves. Thunder boomed overhead and huge drops of rain poured over him.
He climbed the boulders, his paws slipping on their slippery wet surface, until he was standing at Whitewind's paws. He collapsed on the ground, his whole body shook with cold. The tiny kits mewled pitifully. Bruteclaw slowly stood up. Together they walked slowly towards the camp.