Disclaimer: Haha…Only in my dreams could I own warriors…But I do own Thunder. 'Cause she's cool like that.

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Prologue: The Cat with No Name

Firestar padded silently through the forest, drinking in the lush scents of new leaf. The sun shone brightly on his orange pelt, making it glow with a bright, fiery light. Prey scuffled around in the bushes, seemingly begging to be caught, but Firestar was not here to hunt. He was here to think.

Only two moons had passed since the four Clans, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and ThunderClan, had banded together to drive the murderous BloodClan from the forest. His own Clan was still weak and vulnerable to attack, but Firestar was not worried. The other Clans needed to rebuild also, especially RiverClan and ShadowClan, who had been part of TigerClan before Tigerstar had been killed by Scourge, the savage leader of BloodClan.

Firestar surfaced from his thoughts and looked around. His paws had brought him to Sunningrocks, the long-disputed territory near the border of ThunderClan and RiverClan territory. He sniffed the air, but there were no RiverClan scents. He wasn't really expecting any, but he wouldn't put anything past Leopardstar.

The wind changed, and an unfamiliar scent blew towards him. It wasn't any Clan he recognized. A rogue! That was all they needed now, rogues stealing their prey.

He crept forward until he could see the unfamiliar cat. About the size of an apprentice, and just lying on one of the rocks, basking in the warm sunlight. Firestar snarled and leapt on the cat.

The two rolled around on the ground, yowling and clawing at each other. Finally Firestar overpowered the rogue, pinning her down.

"Who are you and what are you doing on ThunderClan territory!" He snarled.

"I'm just taking a nap!" The rogue spat, trying to squirm free. "And I didn't know this is anyone's territory!"

Firestar loosened his grip and she wriggled free. She glared at him, then started grooming her ruffled fur. She was small, but her lean muscles rippled under her thick, mostly-white coat. Her paws and half her tail were black. A yellow streak ran around her middle. There was also some yellow around her legs and her bright green eyes. She had some brown splotches here and there. But the thing that drew his attention was a long black scar running from her right ear down to the corner of her mouth.

"What's your name?" Firestar asked.

"Who wants to know?" she countered stiffly.

"Firestar, leader of ThunderClan, that's who!" He puffed out his chest. "Now answer my question!"

The rogue hesitated, shuffling her paws. "I…don't have a name." She mewed. "My mother was killed in a fire right after I was born, and I never knew my father. I don't know if they were rogues, house-cats, or what."

Firestar stared at her. She stared sadly at the ground, wallowing in her own terrible memories.

"So…How have you survived this long on your own?" he asked.

"Same as you or anyone else! I hunted! Duh! I ain't no house-cat, no way."

Firestar blinked. She had a strange accent, and used strange words that he had never heard. "You've lived since birth in this forest?"

"Yea."

"And you never once noticed the Clans?"

"Well, that's not true." She paused, thinking. "Actually, I thought I was still on RiverClan territory. I'm friendly with Mistyfoot."

"Are you really?" Firestar growled. "Then perhaps I should take you back to my Clan as a prisoner."

"Do what you want. I don't care."

Firestar tackled her and buried his teeth in her scruff. She yowled and wriggled around, trying to scratch him. He dragged her back towards the ThunderClan camp.

In the gorse tunnel into camp, he met Mousefur, a small brown she-cat warrior, leading a patrol out.

"Hello Firestar. Who's that?" she asked, flicking her tail at the writhing rogue.

"A rogue." He mumbled. "Found her at Sunningrocks. She says she's friendly with RiverClan. Thought it might be best to keep her here."

Mousefur nodded and followed him back into the camp. The other cats in her patrol followed.

Firestar's prisoner attracted quite a lot of attention. Sorrelpaw and Bramblepaw stopped a play fight they had been having to watch. Cloudtail, a cocky white tom warrior, looked up from where he'd been eating, his mouth full of fresh-kill. Brightheart, a white-and-ginger queen with a mangled face, pulled her one kit closer to herself.

Firestar brought the rogue to the center of the clearing before releasing her. His warriors made a circle around her, to prevent escape. She crouched low, hissing and glaring at everyone.

"What's this, Firestar?" Graystripe, a big gray tom, asked. Graystripe was Firestar's deputy. The two had also been good friends since they were apprenticed.

"I found this rogue on ThunderClan territory," Firestar said, raising his voice to address the whole Clan. "She says that she is friends with RiverClan, so I thought it might be best to keep her here."

"What's her name?" Dustpelt, a brown tabby warrior asked. "If we're going to keep her, we might as well know her name."

"What is it with you mouse-brains and names!" The rogue spat.

Firestar glared at her. "She tells me she doesn't have one."

A ripple of muttering swept around the clearing. While his mother wasn't watching, Shrewkit stumbled towards the rogue. "Why don't you have a name?" he mewed.

The rogue's eyes softened. "My mother died when I was very young, before she could name me."

"Oh…" Shrewkit stared at the ground. "Well, I think you should be called Thunder, 'cause of that scar on your face.

"That's a cool name. You may call me Thunder." She purred, licking his ears.

"Shrewkit!" Ferncloud, a pale gray queen, and Shrewkit's mother, rushed forward to her kit. "Stay away from there!"

"But mom, she's really nice!" Shrewkit complained as his mother herded him away from the rogue. The rogue glared after them. Then turned to Firestar.

"So, what, I'm your prisoner now?" she snapped.

Firestar looked around. "If there are no protests from the Clan," he paused. There was some whispering, but no one objected. "Then yes. Cloudtail and Brackenfur, please make up a nest for her over near the Warriors' den. There we can keep a close eye on her."

The two warriors nodded and escorted her away. She turned back and glared coldly at Firestar, a glare that sent shivers down his spine. He knew that this would not end as well as he would like to hope.

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Will Thunder find a place in the Clan? Will Firestar kick her out? Will they run into trouble? Will they all die! Will I stop asking stupid questions? Only the next chapter will tell…dramatic music

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