Yaya, here's the first real chapter... The four main kits of this story are going to be Featherkit- CliffClan, Heatherkit-ForestClan, Beetlekit-MeadowClan, and Nightkit-MarshClan. Thoughout the story the pov will change throughout these four... just so you know ;P
Featherkit-
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!"
A tiny, light brown she-kit quivered in excitement, her blue eyes glowing in excitement as a voice rang out and reached her ears in the depths of the cave her Clan used for their nursery. Clan meetings meant she could go outside, even if it were only for a short time.
Kits of CliffClan were forbidden to leave the nursery until they were three moons old, and were only allowed to do so under close supervision of one of the queens, a precaution the Clan took so that their youngest members wouldn't fall from the edge of the outcrop of a steep cliff the cats used for their camp and into the rocky ocean shore below.
"Calm down Featherkit," her mother, Dappleleaf, a tortoiseshell queen, mewed softly, gathering her two kits in her tail and made towards the cave entrance.
Featherkit and her sister, Dustkit, a brown and white tabby, had reached three moons about a half moon before, but had hardly been allowed out. Dustkit, the quieter and more laid back of the two, didn't seem to mind too much, however her over-energetic litter-mate was a little bundle of energy and got bored and restless being confined to the cave, which lead to her causing trouble for her mother and the other queens.
The brown kit bounded ahead of her mother, who yowled after her to slow down, and skidded to a hart as she got outside, squinting her eyes against the harsh light of the sun, so different than the darkness of the cave.
Dappleleaf and Dustkit padded up behind her, the queen scolding her troublesome kit for not listening, but Fatherkit wasn't listening, her eyes had adjusted to the light and was gazing around in awe. The rest of the Clan had gathered around, having emerged from their own dens, most of which were caves in the cliff face, much like the nursery, to group together under a large boulder , known as the Highledge, where their leader, Thornstar, now stood to adress them.
Thornstar, a dark brown tabby tom, was a relatively young leader by Clan standards, and hadn't been leader for very long. He'd received his nine lives from StarClan about a season earlier when the previous leader, Ivystar, lost her last life in a vicious battle with MeadowClan, the same battle in which the kits father, Sparrowflight, lost his life when he ws knocked from a cliff and drowned in the sea.
"As most of you know," Thornstar began once the Clan had settled. "Snaketail's patrol encountered several ForestClan warriors on our territory. Our cats fought bravely but one apprentice stood out, and after discussing it with her mentor, I've decided it's time for Nightpaw to be made a warrior."
Featherkit looked through the crowd of cats and could just make out the young black she-cat sitting next to her mentor as she gazed up at her leader, blue eyes wide in disbelief. As Featherkkit watched, Sundapple purred and nudged her apprentice with her shoulder, who immedietly got to her paws and padded towards the Highledge, cats parting to let her through.
Thronstar jumped down to stand before her once she'd reached it. "I, Thornstar, leader of CliffClan call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice" he meowed, and Featherkit suppressed a shudder as he went on, "she had to learn our ways and commend her to you as a warrior in her turn."
"Nightpaw, do you promise to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do" the apprentice mewed, cold determination in her voice.
"Then by the power of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Nightpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Nightfrost. StarClan honors your bravery and fighting skill, and welcome you as a full member of CliffClan." Thornstar bent down t rest his muzzle on Nightfrost's head, who licked his shoulder respectfully, before stepping back.
"Nightfrost! Nightfrost! Nightfrost!"
The Clan yowled out their welcome to their newest warrior before moving forward to congratulate her.
"Nightfrost! Nightfrost!" Featherkit was calling out eagerly.
Behind her, Dappleleaf purred and rasped her tongue over her ear, then Dustkits. "Remember kits." she mewed fondly. "One day, if you fight bravely for our Clan and put those other Clans in their place, that will be you one day."
Dustkit purred "Of course Mama. I'll make you proud."
But Featherkit hesitated. As much as she wanted to be a warrior she couldn't help but think of those cat's who'd lost their lives in battle, such as her own father, and wondered if the other Clans suffered the same losses. After a few heartbeats she too nodded. "Yes Mama..."
Heatherkit-
A young dark gray she-kit crouched beside an unmoving lump ofgray and black fur. Her father, Stormblaze, was dead.
He is with StarClan now. she thought sadly, pressing her nose into his thick fur.
Stormblaze was part of a patrol that had gone out earlier that day but had strayed into CliffClan territory where they were attacked by a group of CliffClan cats. And it was around midday when Foxfur, ForestClan's deputy, Crowblaze, and Jaypaw returned to camp, all bearing wounds from a vicious battle, Foxfur dragging StormBlaze's still body with them.
The she-kit started as she felt a tail press gently to her flank. Looking up she saw Whitecloud, a tortoiseshell and white queen, who was also her foster mother, standing there, amber eyes brimming with concern.
"Heatherkit," she mewed softly, "you need rest, come back to the nursery."
But Heatherkit shook her head stubbornly and stayed. There was no way she was going to leave her father's side until the elders came to collect his body for burial the following morning.
Whitecloud sighed as the kit curled up beside the dead tom, eyes closing as she pressed herself to his fur. The she-cat had acted as the kit's foster mother since right after birth. Heatherkit's mother, Heatherpool, was a rouge, one of the rare accepted into a Clan. She became mates with Stormblaze and mothered his kits. But when the time of her kitting came around, something went wrong and she died, along with two stillborn kits. The gray kit was the only one that survived, and was named Heatherkit after her mother. She was an almost exact copy of the former rouge, and was then given to Whitecloud to suckle, The tortoiseshell had given birth to her own kit, Fallowkit, a few days earlier.
The queen rasped her tongue gently over the kit's ear. "Be well young one." she murmured, before padding away to leave the kit in peace. Whitecloud, along with most of the Clan, had already said goodbye to their Clan mate and moved away, and only a few beside the gray kit stayed with his body to sit vigil for the night.
Heatherkit sighed as the queen left. She hoped her father was safely in StarClan, but was still terribly shaken by his death. Sure she had Whitecloud and Fallowkit, but she was now alone with no real family left in the Clan. First her mother and two unnamed liter mates that she'd never even had a chance to meet, and now Stormblaze was dead.
The kit's eyes narrowed into a deadly glare as she stared off into nothing. She would get revenge for his death. Not just his, but all other's who'd died in all these pointless battles.
She didn't know how, but she would do everything in her power to change thing's between the Clans.
:D yeaaa~ Next Chapter shall be Beetlekit and Nightkit. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. I actually worked hard on this chapter :/
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