WINDCLAN:

Leader- Mousestar- dark brown tom

Deputy- Brightflower- brown tabby she-cat

Medicine Cat- Beetleheart- black tom with white paws

(apprentice, Foxpaw)

Warriors:

Spottedice-tortoiseshell she-cat

Poppynose- ginger she-cat

Moletail- brown tom

Cloudwhisker- white tom

(apprentice, Flowerpaw)

Dapplepelt-black she-cat with white spots

(apprentice, Fernpaw)

Meadowclaw- ginger she-cat

Yellowstripe- ginger tom with black stripes

Redclaw- handsome reddish tom

Sheepfur- fluffy white tom with long claws

Apprentices-

Foxpaw- reddish brown tom

Flowerpaw- black-she cat

Fernpaw- gray she-cat

Queens-

Heatherpelt- russet colored she-cat with pretty blue eyes

(expecting Redclaw's kits)

Birdpelt- gray she-cat with white paws

(expecting Mousestar's kits)

Starlingmist- black and white she-cat

(mother of Cloudwhisker's kits: Shadekit-gray tom, and Grasskit, white tom)

Elders-

Rabbitleap-ginger tom with brown tail

Tangleheart- very old dusty brown tom

"Come along Raven, Fennel," said a pretty, lithe she-cat from the shadows, "we are almost there," The she-cat stepped out, ducking under a fern as she nosed her two kits forward.

"Where are we going Mama?" asked a silver tabby she-kit. Her mother sighed, her flanks heaving.

"We aren't going anywhere. Raven is," said the she-cat. The trio paused for a moment, hidden in the long grass of the moors, and rested.

It was a cool leaf-fall night and the moon was high. The she-cat knew the Gathering would be almost over and that would be the perfect time to hand Raven over.

"Why is it just me?" asked Raven, her glossy black pelt hidden in the night.

"You will blend in with the rest of the cats, with their ugly scars and scrawny bodies, unlike Fennel and I," their mother replied. The she-cat believed that Fennel was a simply beautiful kit and Raven was decent. Raven had a snub nose and crooked ears unlike her beautiful sister.

Suddenly, a whole herd of cats came trudging through the moor, saying strange words such as "Great Oak" and "StarClan"

"Stay hidden and don't make a sound," the she-cat ordered and shoved her kits into the grass.

Finally, at the very end of the pack she spotted who she was looking for.

"Redclaw," she hissed. The tom stopped in surprised and looked around.

"Who's there?" he asked, sliding his claws out. The tabby hissed and said,

"It is Amber!" The fur on Redclaw's spine relaxed and padded over to where she was. Amber nudged Raven over to Redclaw.

"This is Redclaw, your father," she said. Raven widened her eyes in surprise and examined the warrior.

"Am I going with him?" she questioned. Amber nodded. Redclaw hissed angrily.

"I told you we are no longer mates since you are going to give Raven to me. I have moved on and I have another mate who would never do this," he said. Amber nodded again.

"Also, I said if I'm taking Raven I must take Fennel also," he said.

"You are not taking her. She is going with me," said Amber and picked up Fennel by the scruff and started walking away. Fennel squirmed then fell from her mother's mouth.

"I am not leaving Raven, Mama. She's my sister and I want to stay with her," she said, "let's go Raven," Amber's eyes hardened, like what she was named after.

"Very well," she said coldly, and left.