Misty Morning

by The Lady Grace

This is the story of a cat with the blood of a four Clans, Something that has never happened before. How will this affect her life? And what is Brokenstar's dark secret, that causes his Clan to hate him?

1. Chapter 1

Hi! This Grace of Masbolle. Enjoy my story!

This is Misty Morning! I hope you like it! Oh, and I will only say this once, please no harsh flames. If you do, I will post our name for all to see. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Else I would be posting on fanfiction, no would I?

Misty Morning

ThunderClan

Leader: Brokenstar-a brown tabby

Deputy: Brackenclaw-ginger tabby tom

Medicine Cat: Rippleheart-gray she-cat Apprentice: Sorrlepaw

Warriors:

Rowanclaw- Brown tabby tom Apprentice: Shrewpaw

Maplefur-gray she-cat Apprentice: Silentpaw

Ravenwing- Black tom

Darkflower-Dark gray she-cat Apprentice: Shadepaw

Raggedpelt- Gray tom Apprentice: Tigerpaw

Blazeclaw-ginger tom

Cedarclaw-brown tom

Cherryfoot-ginger she-cat

Apprentices:

Sorrlepaw- calico she-cat with green eyes

Shrewpaw-brown tom with green eyes

Tigerpaw-pretty tabby with blue eyes

Silentpaw- a dark gray tom

Shadepaw- a light gray she cat

Queens:

Nightstream- black she-cat

Elders:

Magnoliaclaw-brown she-cat

Ivyleaf-brown she-cat

Prologue

A long time ago, a daughter of ThunderClan's greatest hero wandered off.

Her Clan thought she was dead, but she was not. She found her way to the horse place, where she grew up. When she was grown, she fell in love with a ShadowClan cat that had lost his memory. When he regained his memory, he left her for his Clan, promising to always love her. Then her foster mother told her the truth about her heretaige, and she was about to return, when she discovered that she was carrinng the ShadowClan cat's kits. So she could not return. But her kits could. Only one was born. A little silver female. When this kit was grown, she would return to her mother's Clan. But when she was grown, before she returned to ThunderClan, she fell in love with a WindClan cat, and she too could not return. Their daughter, also fell in love, this time with a RiverClan cat. When she had two kits, they were of all four Clans, something that had never happened before. One, upon learning of her mixed blood, became a kittypet. She was called Shelia. But her sister, was determined that ether her kit, or her, would rejoin ThunderClan. When this cat, called Shelly, grew up, she too fell in love, this time with a ThunderClan cat.

A dark gray queen crouched over a tiny silver kit, in the shelter of a bush. She was waiting for someone, or something. She lifted her head to scent for one specific scent. There it was. The source of the scent slipped into the bush. It was a dark brown tom. He purred in greeting to the gray queen, and she pressed herself against him. He spotted the kit. "And who is this?" He asked the queen.

She purred. "This is your daughter. Her name is Misty."

"She is a fine kit."

"Well, of course she is, look who her father is. Anyway, I have something I want to talk to you about." She looked at her paws.

"What do you want?"

"I want my kit to grow up in ThunderClan."