ALLEGIANCES
THUNDERCLAN
Leader
Foxstar - Large reddish tom
Deputy
Brackenfeather - Dark tabby tom
Warriors
Lionfur - Thick-furred ginger tom
Thrushtail - Pale tabby tom
Fernsong - Calico she-cat
Silverfoot - Silver she-cat
Fireblaze - Orange tom
Amberfur - Light brown long-furred she-cat
Squirrelleg - Dark brown she-cat with white paws
Thistlestrike - Dark tabby tom
Leopardpelt - Pale spotted she-cat
Aspenclaw - Spotted brown tom
Raventail - Black tom
Briarwing - White she-cat with brown patches
Sunface - pale-ginger tom
Queens
Bluestream - Light grey she-cat
Kits- Oakkit and Mosskit
Elders
Dustnose - grey tom
Mousemuzzle - pale she-cat
Birdeye - dark brown she-cat
Apprentice
Hawkpaw - Dark tabby tom
Bettlepaw - black tom
Willowpaw - white she-cat with grey stripes
CHAPTER ONE
"Ouch!" Mosskit squeaked as two tiny rows of teeth clamped down on her tail. "Watch it Oakkit! That really hurt!" Oakkit, oblivious to the pain he'd caused, released her tail and gave a half-smile. "Sorry Mosskit." He mumbled, swiping a paw over his tongue to clear the silver fur clinging to it. Mosskit tensed her shoulders, and waved her haunches in the air preparing to pounce. Before she'd made her attack, a much larger muzzle lifted her by her scruff. Struggling to free herself, the small silver tabby batted at white chest fur. Her mother's soft purr was her only reply. "Alright you two. Time to go outside so the apprentices can clean our den." Her meow was muffled through the kit's fluffy fur, but not lacking amusement. As soon as she was released, Mosskit dashed through the nursery brambles, her brother on her heels.
The clearing was buzzing with life. A hunting patrol had just returned, and were placing their kill on the pile in the center of the clearing. The apprentice were entering the camp with fresh moss, and a few warriors dotted the clearing to sun themselves. Foxstar was talking with Brackenfeather, who noticed the two kits and excused himself.
Mosskit smiled as her father approached. The large tom bent down to plant a lick on each kits' forehead before taking a seat. "You two off to cause more trouble?" Oakkit started before Mosskit had the chance, "Well actu-" Mosskit's tail cover his muzzle and muffled his words. "No, of course not Brackenfeather." Mosskit smiled innocently before escorting her brother away from their father. Brackenfeather looked as if he wanted to continue, but was distracted as his mate, Bluestream followed her kits out of the nursery. Mosskit used the opportunity to sneak out of earshot.
Oakkit didn't hesitate to ask questions. "But Mosskit, I thought you said we were going to see the lake today?" Mosskit covered his mouth with her tail again. "Hush Oakkit! The whole clan will know our plan before we even make it out the dirt place! Of course we're going, we just can't tell the warriors that!" Realization flooded Oakkit's green eyes, and he swatted her tail away. Obviously the idea of more fluff in his mouth wasn't appealing. "Ok, so when do we leave." Mosskit hesitated. Scanning the clearing, she confirmed that no-cat was paying them any attention, except for Hawkpaw. He smiled when her gaze met his, and she felt her pelt heat up. "Now Oakkit. We leave now."
Their escape had been easy. They'd slipped out through the dirtplace, and were already walking through the forest. A few flaws in Mosskit's plan had presented themselves, mainly the fact that neither kit had any clue where the lake was. After a little while of mindless wandering, Mosskit's tiny tongue caught a new scent. She nudged her brother. "Oakkit do you smell that?" Oakkit sniffed the air and smiled. "It smells like rain, and that fish that Amberfur brought back last moon." Mosskit nodded. "Exactly! It must be the lake!"
The two small cats followed the scent to the best of their abilities, and finally pushed through a row of bushes onto a sandy shore. Both kits were silent with awe. The lake spanned out in every direction, and neither one could see the other side. Oakkit spoke first. "Wow.. I never thought it was so big." Mosskit agreed quietly with a nod. It was another few moments of silence before they heard a rustle in the bushes behind them.