Blaze
ThunderClan:
Leader: Moonstar- Silver she-cat with blue eyes
Deputy: Thrushwing- Big brown and white tom with amber eyes
Medicine Cat: Wildheart- Flame colored she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice: Swallowpaw
Warriors:
Swiftbreeze- Black and white she-cat with amber eyes
Tigertail- Russet tom with a ringed tail and blue eyes
Stonefang- Gray tom with blue eyes
Timberclaw- Big brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Lightfeather- Light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Rosefur- Pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes
Snakefang- Sleek gray tom with cold amber eyes
Foxtail- Russet and white tom with a black muzzle and amber eyes
Whitewolf- Large white tom with white eyes
Heatherheart- Pretty gray she-cat with blue eyes
Moonfur- Silver she-cat with blue eyes
Queens:
Leopardpelt- Tawny dappled she-cat with amber eyes; Kits: Dapplekit, Spotkit, Redkit
Briardust- Gold and brown she-cat with amber eyes; Kits: Reedkit, Amberkit, Barkkit, Lionkit
Apprentices:
Dovepaw- Light gray she-cat with blue eyes and a white tipped tail
Swallowpaw- Tan she-cat with blue eyes and white paws
Barleypaw- Brown tabby tom with green eyes and white paws
Elders:
Ravenheart- Ebony she-cat with blue eyes
Braveclaw- Black and brown tom with green eyes
WindClan:
Leader: Gorsestar- Thin wire-coated gray tom with blue eyes
Deputy: Haresprint- Nimble brown tom with amber eyes
Medicine Cat: Breezefur- Black tom with green eyes
Apprentice: Leafpaw
Warriors:
Hawkflight- Brown she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice: Rabbitpaw
Graystorm- Gray tom with green eyes
Cloudbreeze- White she-cat with blue eyes
Snowfoot- White tom with amber eyes
Apprentice: Sparrowpaw
Queens:
Daisytail- Cream colored she-cat with green eyes
Elders:
Whitewater- White she-cat with amber eyes
Rockfur- Brown tabby tom with blue eyes
RiverClan:
Leader: Hailstar- Gray she-cat with piercing blue eyes
Deputy: Fishscales- Blue-gray tom with blue eyes
Apprentice: Greenpaw
Medicine Cat: Webfoot- Gray she-cat with blue eyes
Warriors:
Waterpelt- Gray tom with green eyes
Otterheart- Brown she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice: Rockpaw
Troutclaw- Orange and black tom with blue eyes
Apprentice: Graypaw
Paleflame- Pale gray she-cat with blue eyes
Queens:
Ravenwing- Black she-cat with amber eyes
Elders:
Stoneclaw- Gray and black tom with cold amber eyes
ShadowClan:
Leader: Shadestar- Gray tom with green eyes
Deputy: Frogleap- Black she-cat with blue eyes
Medicine Cat: Flowerpetal- White she-cat with blue eyes
Warriors:
Mudpath- Brown tom with amber eyes
Apprentice: Owlpaw
Birdflight- Pretty ginger she-cat with green eyes
Pebbleroll- Small gray tom with blue eyes
Redmoss- Russet she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice: Frostpaw
Queens:
Goldenheart- Gold colored she-cat with amber eyes
Elders:
Turtlestep- Mottled she-cat with blue eyes
Cats outside the clans:
Plum: Black she-cat with blue eyes
Comet: Gray tabby tom with amber eyes
Ember: Ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
Hawk: Dark brown tom with blue eyes
Prologue:
The moon hung lazily over the lake with few stars accompanying it in the dark sky. A large shape moved through ThunderClan territory's undergrowth, slowly making its way to RiverClan territory. The shape morphed from a black blob to a tom cat as he padded from the undergrowth and began moving along the lake's edge.
Looks like Comet wasn't lying, tonight is indeed a night of few stars. He thought with a smirk.
Accomplishing this mini raid would be almost too easy. The tom practically sprinted through WindClan territory. Yes, he knew the territory as well as his own, but the exposed terrain wasn't his style. Once he got into the reeds in RiverClan's territory his confidence rejuvenated, he could do this. He'd done it before, however this wasn't for the same reason.
The tom easily moved through the reeds and swam through the marshes and streams without any irritation; the water didn't bother him like other ThunderClan cats. Then again, he wasn't like any other ThunderClan cat. RiverClan's camp came into view, along with the two guards in front of the entrance. They looked a little nervous and small for warriors though.
New RiverClan warriors sitting vigil. This'll be too easy. He smirked, flattening himself to the ground and moving with an incredible speed without making a sound.
His mentor had taught him well. The tom had been preparing to break into the RiverClan camp for nearly three moons now; his plan was perfect. He snaked around the camp's boundaries and barely held back a chuckle when he saw that the walls of the camp were only reeds woven together. No thorns, no brambles, no thistle. Just reeds. He breathed in the choking scents of fish and RiverClan warriors, grinning when he scented what he was looking for: milk.
"You never cease to amaze me, do you, Plum. Well done." He murmured, mentally noting to praise the black she-cat later.
A single claw slid out of the tom's paw, snipping away at the feeble and pathetic excuse for a barrier.
These cats don't get attacked enough. He thought, sliding into the incision that he'd made in RiverClan's reed wall.
The tom suppressed a yowl of amusement when he saw that no cat was in the clearing, and that neither of the new warriors had scented him yet.
Oh? Did I fall into a garlic patch? Oops… He thought with a smirk, trotting silently into the RiverClan nursery.
Three queens slept soundly, one had no kits at her swollen belly. Another had four kits that looked to be around four or five moons old.
Can't take them, they'd know that they weren't ThunderClan kits. He thought angrily, holding in a growl.
The last queen however, had two kits that looked to be just under a moon old. Those kits were perfect; one had gray fur, but the other, the smaller she-kit, had fur that was red and gold, the same as Briardust, one of ThunderClan's queens who had kits just around this one's age. He was unnaturally quiet as he slunk over to the young looking she-cat. His eyes were sparkling with greed as he took the sleeping she-kit from her nest, swiping his tail around her tiny mouth to keep any cries unheard as he stepped out of the den.
He would be back in a matter of minutes to cover his tracks. With the kit dangling from his jaws, the tom slithered back through the slit in the wall and trotted quietly back to the marsh that acted as a border between RiverClan and WindClan. There, a black she-cat waited for him.
"Plum, make sure this one stays alive. I'll be right back. I'm just planting some… evidence." He smirked, dropping the kit on the ground, ignoring her cry of pain.
Plum nodded. "No problem. Just come back soon, I'm not a big fan of kits." She said distastefully, wrapping the kit with her tail so she wouldn't freeze to death.
It was nearing the end of leaf-fall after all.
The tom nodded, "trust me, I know. You complain about it every time."
He sprinted back to the camp and reentered through the slit in the reeds and back into the nursery. The tom looked back at the older kits.
This won't be easy… He thought, selecting the smallest kit, a tom-kit, and slowly picking him up into his jaws. His thick tail acted as a bit so the feeble kit wouldn't scream. The kit remained asleep much to his surprise as he drug him back out of RiverClan's camp.
You know, it's been a while since RiverClan and WindClan fought, hasn't it? He mused, trotting past the two-leg barn where Plum and the kit-napped she-kit waited and onto the moorland.
He then began to sprint, the kit bumping along the moor. That's when he finally awoke. But the tom knew that the night and garlic stench would cover him. The kit bit down on his tail, only causing him to snicker. It felt like nothing more than dull mice claws. All the kit would see was the moorland. WindClan would be framed. The camp was in sight, along with the two warriors guarding the entrance. The tom simply did what he did to RiverClan and went around the cats. WindClan camp was only a shallow scoop in the ground though, and he was sure that the kit would screech if he dropped him and ran. He needed a cover before he dropped the tom-kit into the WindClan nursery.
The large cat sat down, pinning the kit down with one paw with his tail still in the kit's jaws to keep him quiet. The kit's blue eyes widened with terror as he rose one of his large paws. The tom struck his head. Even with the tail in his mouth, the kit's squeal was still audible to him. The kit was knocked unconscious and his breathing slowed, but he was still alive. Satisfied with his work, he picked up the limp kit in his jaws and drug him through the heather.
Wait, why go through the trouble of finding the nursery? I'll just leave him here, in the heather. It'll just make WindClan look worse. He thought smugly.
He wasn't done yet though. The tom needed to know that WindClan would be suspected. He looked closely at the camp and located the fresh-kill pile. A few dead rabbits laid stiff on some rocks. He slunk into the middle of the camp and snatched one, silently leaving the camp's area. But a rabbit wasn't enough. He left the rabbit beside the unconscious RiverClan tom and trotted into the very exposed nursery. He picked a random kit, another she-kit around the RiverClan she-kit's age and took her to the dead rabbit and unconscious kit.
The tom was nearly done in the WindClan camp, he just needed some heather and burs to put around the tear in the reed wall back in RiverClan. And… he needed to do one last thing with the RiverClan tom-kit. He unsheathed his claws and ripped into his pale-gray fur, watching with pleasure as crimson blood bubbled into his fur. He could only imagine how great this war between RiverClan and WindClan would be once he was done.
He then gripped the stiff rabbit in his jaws and headed back towards RiverClan territory, collecting some heather and burs on the way.
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He stepped back and looked at his work: he had put the burs and heather all around both sides of the rip, and added some rabbits' blood around the tear as well. And, the young WindClan she-kit had filled in the empty space that the gold and red she-kit had left.
Although he had to go back to WindClan camp to retrieve the she-kit that he'd left behind, he had made good time. The night was still young. He left RiverClan territory and headed straight for the lake to wash the WindClan and RiverClan stench from his pelt. Rabbit and kit blood floated off his fur and into the water. He began to lick his fur in the water, something he'd seen dogs do when they came to the lake with their two-legs. He'd found it to be rather effective.
The tom cat slid out of the water and dried his fur as he came back to where he had left Plum and the kit. Like all of his plans that involved kit-stealing, he had been sure to perform the raid just after a gathering. Then there would be no talk of the lost kit when the next one came around, it would just be WindClan accusing RiverClan and RiverClan accusing WindClan. ThunderClan and ShadowClan would remain oblivious. The horse-place and Plum came into view.
"Took you long enough." She muttered, nudging the she-kit away from her.
The tom shrugged, "these things take time."
He picked the she-kit up into his jaws and left Plum without another word.