A/N: So, this is chapter one of the story. Yeah really nothing else to say here but enjoy.

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Foxstar

A careful drip echoed through the stony walls of the leader's den. It was raining again, as the ginger tom awoke. With a flick of his tail, the ticked tabby leader began to get up. With a yawn, the ThunderClan cat stretched, getting out of his nest for the day. Next to the tom's nest was his mate, who too, was stirring awake.

"Good morning. How is the lovely Quailstripe doing?" The tom purred.

"You charmer. Well, seeing as I just woke up, I don't know. But after seeing you, I'm feeling great. How about you?" The chocolate she-cat asked as the pair padded out of the den.

"I'm good as well." The tom quickly answered. The pair made it into the clearing where ThunderClan warriors were gathered for patrols and the start of the cloudy day. Rain fell lightly from the colorless sky as Whitestream, the deputy, organized the last patrols. Despite the drizzle, everything was just an average day. Goosecloud's kits played with Mousepaw and Icepaw while the elders sat by the entrance of their den, trying to avoid the storm. As the hazel-eyed leader watched the camp, two apprentices approached them.

"Good morning, Foxstar and Quailstripe," a fawn ticked tabby greeted.

"Yes, good morning," a cinnamon tortoiseshell echoed.

"Hello Lizardpaw, Tallpaw, how are you two?" Quailstripe purred to their kits.

"We're both great!" Tallpaw exclaimed in reply as she touched noses with her parents. Lizardpaw did the same.

"Yeah, Fogstorm and Darkmouse promised they'd show us some new battle moves," Lizardpaw added with excitement.

"That's great to hear you two," Foxstar purred in reply.

"Thanks father," both apprentices meowed. The leader and his family didn't have much time to talk before the mentors called their apprentices.

"Lizardpaw, Tallpaw, time to go," a black and white she-cat called from the camp entrance. After saying their goodbyes, the apprentices trotted off after their mentors and fellow apprentices. With their kits gone, Foxstar and Quailstripe were left with their morning duties. The ginger tabby checked on the elders and queens as well as the few remaining warriors in camp. When the task was done, the par was quickly becoming antsy. So to have something to do, the ThunderClan leader padded towards a white she-cat.

"Good morning Whitestream," the leader greeted. The black spotted she-cat dipped her head in reply, not saying a word.

"How are the sick warriors?" The tom asked with concern. Thistlefall, the medicine cat, was treating the last bit of greencough. Despite leafbare being over for a few weeks, the greencough could still claim the lives of the sick warriors.

"They're as good as they can be. We haven't lost anyone yet. Rockflame, Briarshade and Tigerfur seemed to have perked up, while Crowsong, Squirrelfoot, Brindleheart and Vinefur have stayed the same." Foxstar nodded. It wasn't what he wanted to hear, but at least they weren't getting worse.

"Anyway, any patrols we can go on, Whitestream?" The tom asked his deputy.

"Yes, actually. I was about to send out a patrol to the WindClan border. You want to go on it?"

"Sure," the tom replied. With a quick nod, Whitestream finished up the final patrols.

"Foxstar will lead a border patrol to WindClan. Quailstripe, Featherpaw, Webclaw and Fennelnose, you will all go." The final patrol met up beside the camp entrance before heading out into the cool forest. Damp leaves stuck to their paws while drops of water fell on their pelts. It was a miserable trip, but at least the ThunderClan leader was doing something. After traveling in silence, the patrol made it to the WindClan border. Their legs and paws were covered in mud while their pelt became soaked, as the rain got heavier. The small stream separating the borders had grown wider, flooding the area where the border markers were.

"Webclaw, mark here for now," the ticked tabby leader ordered. The gray tom nodded as the patrol moved forward. Fennelnose marked the border farther up while Featherpaw and Quailstripe took care of the last markers. The patrol met up once more.

"Okay, the rain will wash away the markers eventually, but they're good enough for now. We'll probably have to go out later tonight to remark the borders. But for now we probably should-"

"Foxtstar, a WindClan patrol," Featherpaw suddenly growled. The hazel-eyed tom gazed across the swelling stream. Through the heavy rain, four shapes appeared from the meadow. The other patrol spotted them before they could run back to camp. From WindClan's territory, a warrior yelled something inaudible through the noisy rain. Whatever it was, the patrol rushed towards the ThunderClan cats.

"ThunderClan, what are you doing here?" A gray ticked tabby tom questioned.

"Marking the border, of course, Warblernose. Not that it's WindClan's business," the leader added.

"How do we know you haven't crossed the border?" A mackerel tabby she-cat asked.

"Why does that concern you? ThunderClan's business isn't WindClan's," Webclaw growled in reply.

"It is our business when you're by the border. Now tell me, have you crossed the border, Foxstar?" And elegant voice broke through. It was a lilac spotted tabby she-cat.

"Birchstorm, you have something you want to say?" Quailstripe growled. Foxstar lifted his tail to silence his warriors.

"No, Birchstorm, we haven't crossed your border nor thought of it. Don't accuse us of something we didn't do. Besides, is our scent over the border? Or perhaps any other evidence to prove we've crossed it?" The tom questioned.

"It's raining. Rain washes away scent and covers tracks. Your word proves nothing," the WindClan deputy growled.

"I don't have time for this. If you have nothing important to say, then I'm taking my patrol and we're leaving." As the ginger tabby turned to leave, the WindClan deputy laughed.

"You want to scold us about false accusations? Well, we're not the one who accused your Clan of killing a leader. After all, you snapped at Larchstar and accused one of our warriors of murder. Then of course RiverClan just had to do the same to us and ShadowClan. And with four Clans at war, it's no surprise SkyClan got sucked into it in the end. So, if you want to accuse anyone of anything, accuse yourself." Birchstorm finished with a smug laugh, as though she just cornered a leader with her intelligence. Before Foxstar could say anything, Featherpaw jumped closer to the stream's edge.

"Oh yeah? Well at least we're not rabbit munching fools who run from a battle with their tails in between their legs! I mean your Clan is full of fools and idiots it's no wonder that you were able to be driven out from your own territory and let an insane tom lead you for too long. It's a miracle that WindClan has survived as long as it has." The pale tortoiseshell apprentice glared at the other patrol. Before anyone could utter a word, one of the warriors sprung across the border. In a flash of paws and fur, Featherpaw and the tortoiseshell tabby WindClan warrior were fighting. Everyone was still and silent for a moment, then all the tension broke free.

Warblernose and Webclaw fought with each other, the toms ripping out fur in a fury of claws. All the while, Fennlenose fought with the other WindClan warrior, a ginger and white tom. The pair of toms hissed and clawed each other, trying to get the other down. That left Foxstar and Quailstripe to face Birchstorm. The WindClan deputy swiped at Quailstripe's face. With Birchstorm distracted, Foxstar bit down on her tail. The lilac tabby tried to get the tom off, but Quailstripe leapt on her. Foxstar let go and they both attacked. Quailstripe scratched at the she-cats belly while her mate kept her down. The two alternated, injuring the she-cat as much as they could. Finally, Warblernose rammed into Quailstripe, knocking her over. Helping Birchstorm to her paws, the two rushed back across the border.

"WindClan, retreat!" Birchstorm ordered breathlessly. As soon as the fight started, it ended with the WindClan warriors heading back over the border.

"This isn't over, Foxstar. We will attack again," Birchstorm growled. With the battle won, the ThunderClan cats held their heads high and limped back to camp. The rain had gotten heavier and louder. The hazel-eyed leader winced in pain as the rain poured onto his pelt. Finally, the warriors made it back to camp where they were quickly taken to the medicine den. As they started to get healed, Foxstar sighed. WindClan had sent out a threat and now that they fought once, will they fight again?


Sunwhisper

The tortoiseshell and white she-cat glanced behind her. The ThunderClan warriors gazed back at them with triumph in their eyes. The mackerel tabby she-cat scoffed as she glared back. In a defeated silence, the patrol padded back to WindClan's camp, bloodied and limping. As soon as they had entered the camp, a collective gasp echoed through the clearing.

"Birchstorm, what happened? Is everyone alright?" A dark gray she-cat asked.

"Yes, who or what were you attacked by?" a chocolate tom asked.

"Yes, we're fine, Smokewhisker, but we'll need our injuries to be taken care of." The medicine cat nodded.

"Lichenpaw, please help Warblernose, Brokencloud, Birchstorm and Sunwhisper into the den. They need to be taken care of now," Smokewhisker called. A younger tom nodded as he began to lead the patrol to the medicine den.

"Lichenpaw, take Warblernose and Brokencloud. Sunwhisper and I need to talk to Larchstar." The tom dipped his head in reply as he led the pair of toms to his mentor. Sunwhisper almost wanted to follow them, but knew she'd get into more trouble if she did so.

"Sunwhisper, come here please," the deputy ordered. With reluctance, the tabby tortoiseshell she-cat padded towards the deputy.

"Yes, Birchstorm?" The she-cat asked quietly.

"Larchstar needs us in his den and for good reason." In a lowered voice she added, "What were you thinking? You just jumped right into battle for words. No less words of an apprentice who thought she's smarter than she really is. Were you trying to start a fight?"

"No, of course not. I never wanted to start a fight, but she was biting off more than she could chew. She acted like she was so smart, but clearly wasn't smart enough to shut her giant mouth," Sunwhisper replied, growling as she remembered the younger she-cat.

"Well, attacking her like that doesn't help anything, even if she did deserve it. Then again, it's not like Foxstar, or ThunderClan for that matter, actually controls their apprentices," the deputy added. The she-cats had made it outside the leader's den where Larchstar was waiting.

"Wait here while I talk to Larchstar," Birchstorm ordered. Sunwhisper sat outside the leader's den in the rain. Her pelt was soaked and her injuries stung more as she lay down. A few minutes later, the young warrior was called into the den. Both her leader and deputy watched her as she entered.

"Sunwhisper, is it true that you attacked a ThunderClan apprentice?" Larchstar asked immediately.

"Yes sir," the tabby and white she-cat muttered.

"Why?" The tom question. Sunwhisper's pelt prickled at the tom's question.

"Because she didn't know when to shut her mouth. And it was clear Foxstar wasn't going to do anything about it," the she-cat replied angerily. Larchstar sighed and gazed directly at the warrior.

"Such a shame, we were at peace with ThuderClan. Of course if you can call it peace. Well, a punishment is clearly in order then. Sunwhisper, you'll have to go on extra hunting patrols for now. While it wasn't the best thing to do, I understood why you did it, even if it wasn't the most mature thing to fight about. With that said, you shouldn't be as brash next time. Birchstorm got beat up seriously, not to mention the damage done on you, Brokencloud and Warblernose. Surprisingly, Foxstar and Quailstripe did a lot of damage. Speaking of which, I want Smokewhisker to treat you as soon as possible," the tom added, turning to his deputy. The lilac she-cat nodded and the two warriors were released from the den. Smokewhisker quickly treated them before letting them go. Once they were done, Sunwhisper settled beside the warrior's den, trying to get away from the rain. She sat in silence for a little while before a gray and white tom plopped down beside her. Four other warriors, three around the same age and one older, followed him.

"You alright?" He asked with a concerned tone.

"Yes, I'm fine, Flintrunner," Sunwhisper replied quickly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Sunwhisper answered matter-of-factly.

"Okay." With a sigh, Flintrunner gave her a lick on the ear. The pair sat in silence for a moment, almost forgetting the other warriors who had joined them.

"Well, if you two lovebirds are done, we'd like to talk to our sister," a gray tabby tom joked lightly. Sunwhisper rolled her eyes while Flintrunner laughed.

"So, now that we have your attention, tell us really how you are," the gray tom stated.

"I said I'm fine, Littlefeather. My wounds, unsurprisingly, hurt, but I'm good." Clearly satisfied with the answer, Littlefeather sat on the other side of his sister. His other siblings and mother quickly did the same with some prey in their jaws. They shared it with each other, eating in silence. Once they were done, the rain had cleared up and night was beginning to fall. Despite her injuries, Birchstorm stood upon a rock in the middle of camp. She was calling out the final hunting patrols of the night.

"Flintrunner, you shall lead a hunting patrol with Honeyfang, Wrenclaw, Sootheart and Emberthorn. Blizzardtail, you will lead another patrol with Streamflower, Littlefeather, Beetlespots and Heatherfoot. Lastly, Quietfern will lead a patrol with Shellbreeze, Graydusk, Turtlespring and Sorrelheart." With the patrols chosen, everyone with Sunwhisper got up. The injured warrior said her goodbyes to her brother, sisters and mother. Before he left, Flintrunner turned to his mate.

"I love you," he purred. "Take it easy." With a nod, the tom padded away, leaving the warrior alone. Nearby, Hailflower's and Firemist's kits were playing together while the elders hung just outside their den. Night had fallen upon the silent camp, as everyone grew tired.

"Ferretkit, Gorsekit, time to sleep," Hailflower called from the entrance from the nursery.

"Yes, Meadowkit, Fawnkit and Elmkit, you three come here too," Firemist echoed.

"Aw, mother, do we have to?" Gorsekit whined.

"Yeah, can't we play a little longer?" Fawnkit asked.

"No, it's getting late and you all need sleep." Sunwhisper chuckled at the kits. They remaindered her of her own kit days.

"Can we have a story before we go to sleep?" Meadowkit asked. It was obvious that they only wanted to stay up, however a story might calm them down.

"Hey, that's not a bad idea, you two," one of the elders called over with his raspy voice. After conversing, the two queens finally agreed to let the kits gather for a story. Eagerly, the youngest WindClan cats gathered by the elder's den, sitting closely to one another.

"So, what do you youngsters want to hear?" The tom asked.

"I want to know about LionClan, TigerClan and LeopardClan!" Fawnkit mewed.

"No, how about a story about the fearsome Tigerstar, Boulderclaw?" Ferretkit asked.

"We've heard that too many times. Do you have any stories about the start of the Clans?" Elmkit asked eagerly. Each of the kits repeated their ideas, clearly annoying the elders.

"How about you tell a story from before the war? A time of peace these kits don't yet know," Sunwhisper suggested loudly. The elders glanced at each other with a grin. They nodded, deciding on the story.

"How about we tell you the story of Cardinalstar?" Satisfied with the idea, the kits settled down and silenced themselves.

"Before Foxstar, Cardinalstar was the leader of ThunderClan. She was a fair leader, very noble. Though some might consider her a little brash. Cardinalstar had helped ThunderClan through thick and thin. She'd do anything for her Clan and I believe she wou;d've given ThunderClan many more moons of greatness. But of course, you know what happened that Newleaf. Her body was found after it rolled onto the gathering island. I'm not sure if it was what StarClan wanted or if it happened naturally. Whatever it was, at least it was found. Even if it was partially decomposed and a horrific sight to see," Boulderclaw told the kits grimly. Three of the kits shuttered while one hissed in disgust and another hid her head under her paws, as though that would keep her from envisioning the sight. Boulderclaw dipped his head to another elder, Breezefern, to continue the account.

"It wasn't until a day and night later that there was the gathering. Everyone was getting settled, so of course it went unnoticed. The first thing we noticed after it started was the smell. It was a foul, awful scent that nauseated us. If we could be killed by scent, then we'd be dead by then. It got to a point that it was so unbearable that the gathering was halted and the odor was investigated. Needless to say, it was Cardinalstar's body that was found. Foxstar was enraged. He accused WindClan first, then ShadowClan because both Clans have had quarrels with ThunderClan in the past. With a conflict arising, RiverClan took the opportunity to accuse us of murder as well. They claimed that we had murdered a few warriors in the past. This included Splashtooth, a well respected tom in his youth before he mysteriously died, Spottedpaw, his daughter and Lilytail." Berrefern paused, as though she remembering the fallen warriors. After a brief pause, another tom picked up the story.

"With these accusations flying, the leaders had enough. And so, war was declared. ThunderClan and RiverClan sided together while ShadowClan and WindClan did the same. Of course, SkyClan couldn't remain neutral, so they joined too with us. And that's how we ended up here. Of course, with tensions high, eventually the alliances fell a part and no Clan was on any side," the elders concluded. The story was done as the kits headed off to sleep. It wasn't exactly what Sunwhisper wanted or expected, but the kits enjoyed the story and so did she. With the day ended and night fallen, the WindClan warrior headed to the warrior's den to sleep.


Lightningfall

The gray and white warrior stretched and yawned as the bright, sunhigh light shined through the den. The she-cat shook her pelt as she headed out of the den. After the rain covered the territories for the past week, the young she-cat enjoyed gazing up at the cloudless sky. And though it was clearly going to be a sunny day, RiverClan's territory was going to be muddy for the day.

"Ah, good morning, Lightningfall. You're just in time to go on patrol," a gray to purred in delight.

"What patrol do you want me to go on, Snailfang?" Lightningfall asked the older tom.

"Could you gather a hunting patrol with Troutflight, Lilypaw, Reedpaw, Rippletooth and Nutpaw? Troutflight will lead it." The tom asked, though it was really an order in the end. Of course Lightningfall said yes, so she left the clearing to get the other warriors. Once they were up, the she-cat led the patrol from the camp and into the territory. Unlike the other Clans, RiverClan warriors eat almost exclusively fish. So, they headed towards the lakeside area of their territory. Sitting on the lakeside, the warriors waited for the apprentices to follow. All three plopped down beside the RiverClan cats.

"Lilypaw," Troutflight began, "Can you show us how to fish?" The apprentice was getting close to becoming a warrior, so she more than gladly showed off her skills.

"Nutpaw, Reedpaw, I will show you how it's done. Firstly, you have to make sure that your shadow doesn't fall over the water. Because if you do, then you'll never catch fish." Both younger apprentices rolled their eyes.

"Lilypaw, we already know the basics of hunting," Nutpaw pointed out.

"Yeah, no need to say it," Reedpaw agreed. As though they had said something truly insulting, the she-cat huffed and turned back to her hunt. From that point on, she had stopped talking, placing all her attention on fishing. It felt like forever before Lilypaw finally scooped her paws into the water and gracefully pulled a fish from the water. It was a plump perch that attempted, and failed, to flop back into the water. As it thrashed around, Lilypaw held it underneath her paws, trying to kill it. The fish died quickly.

"Great job, Lilypaw. Well caught," Troutflight complimented.

"Thanks," the she-cat purred. The RiverClan cats turned back to their hunt, hoping to catch more fish. Nutpaw and Reedpaw weren't ready to catch the larger fish, so they tried to get the smaller minnows that stayed closer to the water's edge. Meanwhile, the three warriors went deeper into the lake, hoping to catch bigger prey.

"Hey Lightningfall, I bet I can catch the biggest fish," Rippletooth lightly teased. The gray and white warrior playfully narrowed her eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well, whatever 'big fish' you catch, will not be as big as mine," the she-cat purred back lightly.

"Are you two really doing this?" Troutflight asked. Neither warrior answered, for they were more concerned with their competition.

"You're on, though don't waste your breath because we both know I'll win," Rippletooth boasted proudly. Troutflight sighed in annoyance while Lightingfall got ready. Realizing he'd never get them to stop, the tom sighed once more, shaking his head.

"Three…two…one…go." Both warriors gazed over the water, trying to fine their first catch. A large fish swam by Lightningfall. The she-cat grabbed the fish as it violently thrashed about. Using most of her strength, the gray and white warrior pulled it from the water, killing the prey quickly. As the she-cat went back to her hunting spot, Rippletooth was brining up his own fish, smaller than hers, but nonetheless strong. The littermates went back and forth between the shore and the lake, collecting as much fish as they could. By that time, the apprentices were just watching the older cats as they raced to hunt. Troutflight had given up on hunting peacefully because of his Clanmate's competition. Finally, it got to the point where the older tom got annoyed.

"Hey, don't you two think we should stop this 'competition'? After all, between you guys, me and the apprentices, we've caught a lot of prey."

"He makes a good point," Rippletooth pointed out. The apprentices nodded in agreement.

"Are you sure? There's still so many fish in the lake. Which means there's bound to be even bigger fish," Lightningfall argued.

"Who cares? Let's just gather our catches and go back to camp." Although she was tempted to argue, the gray and white warrior gave a reluctant nod. When she reached the shore, she attempted to get ahold of the fish she caught with no luck.

"Carry what you can then bury the rest, we can come back to collect it." With a small pause, both Lightningfall and Rippletooth followed the tom's instruction.

"By the way, you two, I caught the biggest fish." Without saying another word, Troutflight left the littermates surprised as he lead the apprentices back to camp.

It took nearly the rest of the day for the littermates to bring their catches back to RiverClan. Their paws were heavy and sore as the day came to an end and as the night drew closer. It was a humorous sight to see for most of their Clanmates.

"This is what happens when you two decide to have a competition. Your father and I have told you many times about these competitions of yours and look where it's gotten you," a brown and white she-cat lightly scolded.

"Sorry, Carnefur, but what can we say? I mean, the Clan has more prey right now, is that not a good thing?" Rippletooth questioned his mother.

"Of course it is, but look at you two. Tired, sore and drained of any energy you had. That's not healthy for either of you. Now, make sure your apprentices are taken care of, eat and then got to sleep. You two clearly need it. And before you can argue, remember that Cloudfang would say the same thing if he were here today." Before either sibling could get a word in, the chocolate and white she-cat padded away to join her own littermates. Listening to Cranefur's words, Rippletooth and Lightningfall went to check on Nutpaw and Reedpaw. Lightningfall's brother took Nutpaw to the side while she sat beside Reedpaw.

"Reedpaw, you did well with hunting today. Even if I got…distracted, I did see how well you and Nutpaw were hunting together. Great job," the gray and white warrior purred.

"Thanks!" Reedpaw squeaked excitedly. "Does this mean I can be a warrior soon?" Lightningfall let out a marrow of laughter.

"Not yet, but you'll be one soon enough. Trust me, it may seem long now, but before you know it, you'll be a warrior."

"Thanks, Lightningfall, you're the best mentor!" The brown apprentice exclaimed.

"Thanks. Now, go ahead and make sure all your chores are done. Check on the elders and queens then make sure Splashfeather doesn't need anything." With a nod, the young tom left and joined his sister while Rippletooth joined Lightningfall.

"So, now that's, so you want to eat?" Before the blue-eyed warrior could say a thing, Troutflight padded up to the pair once more.

"Hey, Lightningfall, Rippletooth, you want to share some fish with Fallowdust, Daisyfall and I?"

"Actually, I was going to eat with Stormdawn and Beechtalon. Sorry about that, Rippletooth apologized.

"Lightningfall?" Troutflight questioned.

"Sure." With a nod, the she-cat followed the cream tabby tom towards the other warriors. Troutflight and Lightningfall shared one fish while Daisyfall and Fallowdust shared another.

"So, how is everyone?" Fallowdust suddenly asked.

"I'm good. Just enjoying this fish and, well, not fighting the other Clans," Daisyfall replied with a slight bitterness in her tone.

"Yeah, the fighting is annoying. We've been at it for moons. Can't we just forget about this and move on?" Lightningfall added with annoyance.

"You all know it doesn't work that way. Foxstar blamed ShadowClan and WindClan for killing Cardinalstar. Then Rabbitstar finally brought up the issue of some of our warriors dying at that time then rightly accused ShadowClan and WindClan of murdering them. After two Clans accused two others of murder, war was inevitable. Besides, can things go back to normal after the many deaths and accusations? It's not ideal, but it seems the only way to stop this is to go on and see where we go," Troutflight replied. All three she-cats gazed at him with understanding. Despite the situation being the least ideal, what else could be done in the war? The rest of the prey was finished in silence as the night fell upon the camp. When she was finished, Lightningfall said goodnight and went off to her nest for sleep.

Although she fell asleep instantly, Lightningfall found herself opening her blue eyes once more. She wasn't awake, rather it didn't feel like she was, however Lightningfall was conscience and could do things she would while in the waking world. The gray and white warrior got up to explore the foggy, gray landscape that surrounded her. An icy wind hit her pelt, causing Lightningfall to shiver.

"Hello, is anyone there?" A she-cat called out. Lightningfall looked around, not finding the source of the voice.

"Er, yes I'm over here," the RiverClan warrior called. Of course she didn't know where here was, but it didn't hurt to answer.

"Yes, I hear you, but I don't see you. This fog is just to thick," the voice complained. To her left, the gray and white warrior spotted a dark figure breaking from the thick fog.

"And now I finally see who called back to me. Thank you," a gray she-cat purred.

"Of course, you called, so I called back," the gray and white warrior replied. Unease pricked at her pelt, however, it was clear that this mysterious warrior was one of her ancestors. Oddly enough, the she-cat was missing the mythical stars in her pelt.

"Please help, I'm lost and have been for countless moons. Can you help me find my way back to StarClan?" The she-cat begged. Lightningfall narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know you're not just a Dark Forest warrior?" the RiverClan she-cat questioned.

"The problem is, you don't. You don't know me and for all you know, I could've sent to the Dark Forest and simply lost my way. Of course, I know that I was sent to StarClan, but it's up to you to trust me." Lightningfall hesitated before answering.

"And if I do trust you, then could you explain to me how I got here and why?" Before the mysterious she-cat had a chance to answer, the gray and white warrior gasped. The she-cat suddenly sat up in the moonlit den. She was jolted awake and gazed around nervously with a quickened breath. As she settled down once more, she was left wondering, who was that odd she-cat and why did she call to Lightningfall?


So yes, that is the first chapter of We All Fall Down. Next chapter will introduce the final two main characters. Like before, feel free to ask any questions. I'll try my best to answer all of them. (This also includes any genetic questions you may have) Oh and as a side note, if you review, you will get a sneak peek of the next chapter vis PM.

QOTD:

What do you think of the characters so far? Anyone you prefer?

What do you think of that mysterious she-cat from Lightingfall's part?