Hello reader! Please be aware that this is my very first FanFiction story, and if you think it's rubbish, blame it on both me AND my inexperience. Please, be honest if you decide to review. If you think it's great, that fantastic, but you don't have to lie about it in order to make me feel good.

Please also note that updates may not be frequent, it really depends on how busy I am. I'll probably update on weekends, though, and maybe once during the school week if I have time.

And here is the disclaimer: I do not own Warrior Cats, the Dark Forest, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan or StarClan. I only own my OCs (pretty much all the cats, minus a few StarClan cats). I am not a part of the genius Erin Hunter. If I were, all this would have been in the books. If you recognise it, it's not mine.

I know, I know, terrible summary. Just read, please! I can promise that the story is better, no matter how terrible it might be.

But without further ado, here is my story. Enjoy! (Allegiances coming next chapter!)


It was a dark night, darker than a crow's wing over the moon. A mottled black she-cat raced to the nursery where a young queen was yowling in pain. She walked inside, dropping the bundle of herbs near the dark ginger tabby. The tabby let out another yelp.

"Quickly, Ravenpelt, she's in pain!" A deep, panicked voice sounded from near a pair of glowing blue eyes. As Ravenpelt's eyes focused, she made out who it was, the queens mate.

"Don't worry, Darkbird, she'll be ok..." Ravenpelt's voice trailed off. If she was honest, she would have said that she had a good chance of dying, but then it would sound too real.

The queen let out another yelp of pain. 'It's ok, Squirrelstripe, they're coming!" Ravenpelt mewed. Squirrelstripe bit down hard on the stick in her mouth as a bundle of reddish fur appeared.

"Darkbird, lick this kit!" Ravenpelt thrusted the kit towards it's father, who licked furiously. The kit mewled quietly. Darkbird wrapped his tail around it to keep it warm.

Squirrelstripe yowled again, and a second kit was delivered. Ravenpelt licked this one herself, until it was mewling in harmony with its littermate.

"Just one more, Squirrelstripe!" Ravenpelt whispered. Squirrelstripe let out a weak yelp as the last kit tumbled into the world, its pelt black as the night. Squirrelstripe licked her last kit. It stayed limp.

Ravenpelt moved closer to the kit and it mother. "I'm afraid this little one is dead, Squirrelstripe." She meowed after close inspection. Squirrelstripe sighed.

"You still have two beautiful kits, Squirrelstripe." Darkbird meowed. He looked at the rising sun, then back at the first kit.

"Lets call this one Dawnkit." Squirrelstripe mewed. Darkbird nodded thoughtfully.

"And this younger kit?" He pointed his tail at the second kit, identical to Dawnkit except for her white feet. Ravenpelt looked at her thoughtfully.

"How about... Featherkit?" The medicine cat suggested. Darkbird and Squirrelstripe nodded. "Dawnkit and Featherkit it is, then." Darkbird meowed.


A pitch-black she-cat looked over both kits, an evil glint in her green eyes. She turned to address the white tom behind her.

"One of these kits is the one we've been looking for, Snowsteak." She meowed, "I'm positive."

Snowstreak glared down at the kits. "Are you completely sure, Darkheart? They're too small for my liking." Darkheart looked at Snowstreak, anger burning in her eyes.

"The older one... Dawnkit, is quite large enough for us. The younger one though," She laughed for a moment, "She is no use to us."

Snowstreak nodded slowly. "I suppose, if you say so, Darkheart. If you say one of them will return The Dark Forest to glory, then they will."


A blue-grey cat looked over the kits, a sad gleam in her eyes. A ginger tom padded up to her and looked at the kits. The she-cat, Blossombreeze, looked up, the gleam in her eyes not fading.

"These kits will grow to be very powerful, Firestreak. I'm worried about what they could do to us, to their clan, to all the clans." She meowed carefully and quietly.

Firestreak glared at her. "Are you saying that my kin will, someday, be evil?" He growled.

Blossombreeze shook her head quickly. "What I am saying is that they may turn out to be evil, or they may save all the clans from the trouble ahead.

As the sun took its place in the sky and the dawn patrols in all the clans left, Starclan was left to wonder what would become of these curious kits, whether they were evil or good.


So, did you like it? I hope so! Please review! It would make my day.

Oh, and by the way, the first section is in my version of ThunderClan, second section is set in The Dark Forest and the last one is in StarClan.

Thanks for reading!