Chapter I.
The Suffering Of BloodClan
As the sun set on the urban hell of Twolegplace, the chill of evening set in. It was Leafbare, and the fur coats of the BloodClan cats had not yet grown as thick as they would have liked. They gathered together in alleys and huddled together for warmth, but the cold stone walls of the Twoleg nests offered little warmth.
"It's cold, mother," a young kit by the name of Saturn whimpered to his mother, a beautiful white she cat. Snowflakes were beginning to fall from the sky and covered the cobblestone alleys with a layer of white powder.
"Hush, little one," she whispered to him, licking behind his ears. "Huddle with your brothers and sisters. If you're good I'll tell you a story."
"We're hungry too mother," said one of Saturn's sisters, Cleo.
"I know little one, I know," their mother agreed, sympathizing. "We're all hungry."
There were no good hunting grounds in Twoleg place, the place where BloodClan lived. Whatever food that was to be found was often garbage left out by the Twolegs, and occasionally a house mouse that had strayed outside. Thus, the BloodClan cats were lean and mean; it was their way of life.
"Tell us the story, mother," Saturn asked.
The white she cat sighed. "Ok." For a moment her icy green eyes stared off into the distance at some unseen sight, and then she took a deep breath and began. "There was a time, before any of you were born, a time when BloodClan was the most powerful and most feared Clan in the entire Twolegplace. Even the four Clans of the forest feared us. We were lead by a powerful leader, a brilliant cat by the name of Scourge. Scourge was ruthless, and a bit tyrannical, but he cared about BloodClan the same way I care about you. He made us a powerful, and strong clan and he united all the rogues and alley cats in the entire Twolegplace. He was the very foundation for BloodClan."
"Did you know Scourge?" Cleo asked their mother.
The white she cat paused. "I saw him a few times. I never actually met him. He was a great leader. But many of us feared him. He wanted the best for the Clan and weak cats were not accepted. Often times, he would kill kits who were born with deformed limbs, or who were blind. He also would not tolerate treason against the Clan. If he had the slightest suspicions that you were working against him, he would have you put to death. I was fortunate to be on Scourge's good side. He knew everything about everybody, and if he didn't know about you, he found out."
"It sounds scary," Saturn said quietly.
"It was. But Scourge had a vision, a vision for BloodClan to become a vast and powerful feline empire. That's when he tried to win us the forest."
"The forest!" Cleo asked.
The forest? Saturn had heard about the forest. It was a huge place outside of Twolegplace with miles and miles of trees, shrubbery and wilderness, with ample prey and with lots of wide open space. His mother had been there once, and had told of how four clans of wild forest cats lived there.
"Yes, the forest. You see, there are four clans that live in the forest: WindClan, RiverClan, ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Scourge wanted the forest to be for BloodClan and he believed that he could win it for us. We had such hopes. Scourge had allied with the ShadowClan leader Tigerstar, who had agreed to allow him to have the forest, if he helped Tigerstar's ambitions. Unfortunately, Tigerstar betrayed us. Scourge killed him but then war broke out between BloodClan and the forest clans. Scourge was killed and BloodClan was driven back here to Twolegplace, where we have remained this way ever since."
There were tears in the she cat's eyes.
"Mother, are you crying?" Saturn asked.
"Hmm…? I'm ok, really." She tried to stop the tears. "It's just, we were so close to prosperity. Now, things are even worse without Scourge. We have no food, no shelter and no hopes anymore."
Saturn, Cleo and the other kits looked at each other. They had never known about their Clan's rough history. They had also never seen their mother cry. She was the strongest cat they knew.
"I think that's enough stories for tonight," the she-cat muttered, sniffling a bit. " Things will be ok, I promise. Don't worry your little heads. You're just kits."
The next day, the kits and their mother awoke to find themselves buried in snow. Shivering, they shook it off, and followed their mother on the daily quest for scraps.
They all made their way towards the Trash heaps, in the Southern section of Twolegplace. It was a wide back alley where the BloodClan cats often gathered. It was the main source of food also.
Dusky, the BloodClan cat who had taken over after Scourge's death was there as always, along with his assistants Plover and Cromwell. They monitored how much food the cats could take from the trash heaps. Cats who took more than their fair share were often punished by death.
"If it isn't Snowball and her kits" Dusky sneered as Saturn, Cleo, the other kits and their mother approached to get their day's rations.
"Hello Dusky," their mother replied to the dark gray cat, dirty from engine oil that clung to his fur.
Dusky and his assistants threw back their heads and cackled.
"Let's go kits," their mother said once she had grabbed a half eaten chicken drumstick from the pile, the limit to how much food she could take for herself and her kits.
"Why does he make fun of you all the time?" Saturn asked his mother as they returned to their alley.
"You'll find out when you are older," his mother replied sighing.
They all sat down to together in the snow, to eat the small bit of chicken.
"You'll find out many other things when you are older too," she said solemnly.
I hope you enjoyed! This is my 2nd story for Warriors. I thought it would be cool to write about BloodClan from the perspective of actual BloodClan cats. This story is going to have 3 perspectives however: BloodClan, WindClan and ThunderClan. But yeah, I hope you enjoy. More still to come. PLEASE REVIEW! -Rainforest Treefrog