Hello peoples! This is Glitterpool and I will from now on be talking to you in this little box... thingy. Responding to your comments, foreshadowing the story, you know, the works. Just to let you know, this story takes place a long time ago because I like the old territory better, you know? So none of the characters we know are born yet, but sometime along you might witness the birth of one of our favorite ThunderClan elders (One-eye).
Thanks much!
Kelpclaw watched, mouth agape, as ThunderClan cats poured into camp. His camp! The place where his beloved mate Streampebble was now suckling his two tiny newborn kits. The Clan he was born in. The Clan he would forever serve. As much as he wanted to spring away at the ThunderClan warriors and give RiverClan all he was worth, something held him back. Something was wrong.
ThunderClan was the most compassionate Clan in the forest! They were strong and brave, but under all that, they really were more forgiving than they were given credit for. So why attack RiverClan now? In the middle of leafbare, at that! With the river and the fish in it, RiverClan was the most well-fed Clan in all the forest. To attack them now, well that's just plain stupid!
Kelpclaw dug his claws into the dirt. If it was a fight they wanted, a fight they would get! He easily swatted aside three or four apprentices before chasing off one of thier bigger warriors. He realized that the rest of RiverClan was having no less trouble. Kelpclaw nearly let out a shriek of victory right then and there, until he felt something slam into his side, and sharp teeth at his neck.
And he saw no more.