Hey Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm back and I have a new story for you!!! For those who are reading my first story The rise of Darkclan and Tigerclan, hope this one is as good. (If you haven't read my other story I suggest you do!!!!) This story is set in a new territory, has NOTHING to do with the clans we know and love, but it is really good. Two young cats who share the same destiny will encounter life changing problems, will have friends in the wrong places, but through it all they will leave behind a story, legacy and lasting impression that will be passed through the clans for uncountable seasons.


"Cats of Forestclan gather below the Great Oak for a clan meeting." Shinningstar leaped into the oak in the back of the camp.

The camp itself was large and surrounded by a wall of gorse and thorns. In the center was a clearing, directly in front was the Great Oak. To the right was a mass of boulders. The largest had two cracks, the one on top led to a ledge and the leaders den. The one below led to the deputy's den. The farthest boulder was surrounded by ferns. This tunnel led to the healers den in the rock and nests for sick cats in the ferns. To the left of the oak was a large gorse bush. Small birch trees surrounded the bush and cast it in shadows. The mewling of kits drifted from the gorse. To the left of the nursery was a large thorn bush where the sharpclaws slept. Next to the thorn bush was a pile of caught prey. Across the clearing ferns swayed in the breeze. The ferns clustered around a low growing birch. The ferns and birch tree was the home of softpaws. Next to the softpaws den was a large bramble thicket. The bramble thicket was home to the elite warriors, the warriors where the senior sharpclaws who trained the softpaws. The warriors den was right next to the gorse tunnel that led into camp. The clan began to gather in the clearing and two kits waited in the center. Shinningstar padded along a thick branch. The branch was about three tail lengths high and gave the leader a clear view of the camp. The clan made a half circle around the two kits. Once ever cat was present Shinningstar leaped into the clearing. The white and gold she cat landed directly in front of the two kits.

"Foxkit and Willowkit have reached their sixth moon. Before we welcome these two kits into the clan, Seedpelt has an announcement." Shinningstar stepped back and a russet tom padded into the clearing.

"I have received a sign from our ancestors." The gathered cats sat in silence waiting for their healer's next words. "Forestclan recently lost our warrior Meadowpelt." The gathered cats hung their heads at their dead clanmates name. "With Meadowpelt's passing we lost more than a loyal warrior, but a mentor. Her young softpaw had only reached her first moon of training and is in need of a new mentor to show her our ways. As is the custom I have waited for a sign from our ancestors to show me who will continue her training. Our ancestors have shown me who shall be her mentor and Shinningstar approves."

Shinningstar stood next to Seedpelt. "Quailpaw please come forward."

The cats parted to let a beautiful dark brown she cat through. She was small and delicate with distinct brown spots covering her coat. Her amber eyes gleamed with sorrow for her lost mentor and excitement for her new mentor. She stopped in front of her leader and healer.

"I, Shinningstar, leader and protector of Forestclan have heard my ancestor's pleas; this young softpaw must complete her training. The warrior our ancestor's and I have chosen will complete Quailpaw's training." Shinningstar looked down at the small she cat. "Quailpaw is it your wish to continue to train as a softpaw with a different mentor?"

This is it. Quailpaw shook gently. "It is."

Shinningstar blinked sympathetically at the young cat. "Wolffang shall continue Quailpaw's training."

Quailpaw turned around to stare at her new mentor. The clan parted to let a large blue/gray she cat step into the clearing. Wolffang was a tall muscular she cat with a short uneven pelt. The great warrior had piercing blue eyes that seemed to burn right through her. Before Wolffang could meow the ceremonial words a black tom with a white chest thrust his way into the clearing.

"A Forestclan warrior should continue Quailpaw's training, not a Mountainclan spy."

"Silence Beesting!" Shinningstar snarled at the young sharpclaw. "Wolffang was chosen by our ancestors and no cat would dare speak against them."

The young tom sat back down, but continued to glare at the warrior. Wolffang looked untroubled by the outburst. Quailpaw knew the she cat was used to cats doubting her loyalty. Wolffang had been born and trained as a Mountainclan cat. For some reason she had left her clan and joined Forestclan. Wolffang was an amazing fighter, the best throughout the four clans. She soon gained Shinningstar's trust and was quickly made a warrior. Though she had been a warrior for six moons she had yet to be given a softpaw.

Wolffang turned her gaze away from Shinningstar and to Quailpaw. "As a loyal warrior of Forestclan," snarls met the great she cats words, "I pledge to teach you the ancient ways."

Quailpaw pricked her ears at Wolffang's voice. She spoke differently than the other Forestclan members. Her voice sounded like wind howling through the mountains, and a stream tumbling over rocks mixed together. Quailpaw had always respected Wolffang. Meadowpelt had told her that Wolffang was the loyalist Forestclan cat. Though the rest of the clan hated her, Wolffang was greatly respected and well liked among her fellow warriors, Shinningstar and Seedpelt.

"I accept your pledge Wolffang." The great she cat looked surprised. She thought I was going to deny her! Quailpaw wished she could tell the great warrior that she would be the best softpaw ever. While Quailpaw followed Wolffang out of the circle Shinningstar appointed the black she cat Aspenpelt to mentor Foxpaw and the brown tom Eagletalon was appointed Willowpaw's mentor. Once they where outside the circle Wolffang sat next to Badgerclaw and Hawkfeather, Forestclan's other warriors. Shinningstar ended the meeting and the cats began to go to their dens.

"Quailpaw, Quailpaw!" Quailpaw turned to see a gray tom with blue eyes racing towards her. Her brother Smokepaw was full of excitement.

"I can't believe Wolffang is your new mentor." Like her Smokepaw respected the great warrior.

"Me either," she purred "I will miss Meadowpelt though."

Smokepaw pressed his nose into her pelt. "May she walk among the stars, her spirit blow through the leaves and all the prey lay down at her paws." Quailpaw felt a lump rise in her throat when she heard her brother murmur the custom blessing for a fallen warrior.

Wolffang rose and began to pad toward her. Hawkfeather, Smokepaw's mentor, followed her. "Do not grieve young one." Wolffang's strange voice sounded like music to her ears. "Meadowpelt died an honorable death, she will always watch over you." Quailpaw felt like pressing herself into the warrior's fur.

"Come, we have much to learn about each other." Quailpaw followed her new mentor out of camp. Once in the forest Wolffang broke into a run. Quailpaw had to use every ounce of energy to stay on her trail. Wolffang was fast and it didn't help that Quailpaw had short legs. After a few minutes Wolffang stopped. Quailpaw stood panting next to her.

Wolffang let out a small purr "You will soon grow, and I will train you to be strong and fast." She let out a shaky purr in response. Wolffang padded through the trees and into a quiet clearing. The clearing was beautiful with hundreds of colorful flowers filling it. Quailpaw followed her mentor into the clearing. A lump rose in her throat when she realized they where at the burial area. Wolffang silently padded over to a freshly churned mound of earth. Quailpaw followed her slowly. Quailpaw lay in front of the small mound and lay her muzzle on the dirt.

"Oh Meadowpelt, why did you have to die?" Wolffang lowered her muzzle close to my ear.

"All lives come to and end and some end too soon." I looked up at her. Her piercing blue eyes shone with wisdom and compassion.

"She will never see me receive my name." Wolffang licked my ear. Who would have thought the great warrior had a compassionate side?

"I was with Meadowpelt when she died." I starred at Wolffang. "I promised her I would guide you to become a great sharpclaw and possibly a warrior."

I blinked at my mentor, "She chose you." Wolffang nodded.

"She visited Seedpelt in a dream, he confronted me this morning." Wolffang sat next to me. "During the battle she told me what name she had picked for you." I turned to look at her. She let out a soft purr, "You will be told on the day of the ceremony."

I flicked my tail in annoyance. Some mentors told their softpaws what their names would be, sadly Wolffang was not one of them. I turned my attention back to Meadowpelt's grave.

"May you walk among the stars, your spirit blow through the leaves and all the prey lay down at your paws." I sat up and waited for Wolffang to lead us out of the clearing. Instead she padded up to the grave to pay her respects.

"She will watch over you, every hunt, every battle, and every day." I pressed myself into her fur. I waited for Wolffang to speak the custom words. "May you walk among the stars, your spirit blow across the stones, and may the eagles fall upon your upturned claw." Wolffang turned to look at me. "It is what we say in the mountains."

I felt honored that she would give Meadowpelt Mountainclan's blessing. We raced back to camp, my legs burning all the way. By the time we padded into the camp it was moonhigh. Thundercloud, the deputy, Icestorm, a pretty white she cat, Lightningtail, a tabby tom, and Vinewhisker, a tortishell she cat, made up the moonhigh patrol.

"Everything quiet?" Thundercloud's rumpling voice echoed around the camp. Wolffang nodded her head in return. The patrol raced through the gorse tunnel and into the forest. Wolffang began to pad toward the warriors den.

"Go and wake Frogleap, it is his turn to watch the camp, then you may eat and sleep." I nodded my head and began to pad toward the sharpclaws den. Once there I cautiously stuck my head in. Sandpelt, a ginger she cat, and Beesting where sharing tongues. Ryewhisker, Sandpelt's brother was speaking quietly to Hailstep. Ryewhisker's light brown tabby pelt stood out in the dark den.

"Hello Quailpaw." I turned my head to see Hailstep staring at me. Hailstep was pretty grey she cat with dark grey flecks, paws and blue eyes.

"Hi Hailstep, is Frogleap in here?"

"Yes he…" Her sentence was cut of by a loud yowl.


Cliff Hanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha you'll get used to it!!!! Keep checking back, and I will try and update soon!!! Please review!!!!!

Thorntangle