Chapter 1- Hidden Family
"Please… Can anyone help me?" begged a young tortoiseshell she cat, near a dark forest. "I want… I want… Revenge! Please… No one understands my feelings… I shouldn't have died…I wanted to become a strong warrior…"
"Come to me, little one," called out a voice from within the darkness. "We are waiting… We can help you… You can get your revenge…"
"Just what am I watching? Don't go into the darkness!"
A young ginger tom, a few moons older than the kit, just watched, frozen, as the small tortoiseshell entered that darkness. He saw the form of a much taller cat appeared, short black and white fur. The young tom shivered as that faceless form looked over the starry fields that he had been standing on, his body calm except for his tail, which was flicking back and forth. All of a sudden, the ginger tom felt his eyes shut.
Then, he awoke in his soft nest, breathing heavily.
"Just what was that?" he questioned, heart racing as he tried to calm down. "Why would I dream of something like that? And… Just what was that place? It didn't look like anyplace that I have seen…"
The young tom shivered. The last time that he had a strange dream, it was when he still lived with his loving mother. He had watched in that dream as a nearby twoleg nest burnt down, the screams of the kittypets that lived there as the flames consumed them. His screams of horror had followed him into the waking world.
He had tried telling someone what he had saw. Everyone except his mother had either laughed at him or told him to calm down, it was just a dream. His mother had looked at him, suddenly fearful for some reason unknown to him.
Until it happened… And three kittypets perished within the flames. That had changed everything for him.
The young tom began to get attacked, both physically and mentally. Any time he stepped away from his mother, random cats would attack. After his normally soft-natured mother went directly after the cats that attacked her runty son, they changed their way of attack.
He was met with harsh words and hate.
"Why does something like you get to live while Franklin, Sarah, and Elizabeth don't? You should have died in that fire!"
"Freaks like you should die… Your kind only brings pain to us normal cats!"
"Your mother should have drowned you when she had the chance!"
"You have cursed us all!"
Soon enough, most of his littermates had listened to those outsiders and had turned their backs on him, ignoring him, acting as if he wasn't there. In the end, he had only the support of his mother and one of his sisters. His wonderful mother, even with the pain in her eyes when she looked at him, became his greatest defender.
"I remember mother saying something strange…" he mused as he stood up and yawned. "That maybe I wasn't meant to be a kittypet… That there was somewhere that I could be safe… And not to worry… That there were cats that would be happy to see me… That I was never alone…"
As he went into the small box that his twolegs had put out for him to make dirt in, he wondered if his mother's statement was true. While he did have a friend, a black and white kittypet named Smudge, it wasn't like things where much better here. Most cats just took one look at the strange markings on his forelegs and slash out in anger. The young tom had to flinch as he thought about the new scars that crossed his muzzle.
The sad thing was, in his heart, the young tom knew that his mother was correct in her statement about him. About the fact that, maybe, just maybe, he wasn't meant to be a kittypet at all. He was always having dreams about the forest: of hunting mice, of feeling the wind on his pelt, of digging his claws into the bark of a tree…
To be able to have a family. To be able to share in the love that so cats took for granted. To prove to the world that he could be a good father in spite of his power.
Finishing up his business, he stepped over to his food bowl, looking down at the hard, brown pellets with distaste. Sighing, while wishing for some more wet food, the ginger tom crushed the food with his teeth, quickly eating just enough to fill his belly. Then, he headed straight for the small flap in the wooden door.
"I'm glad that my twolegs had this put here," he thought as he pushed through the hard, yet flexible material. "At least I don't have to wait to go outside… And this makes it easy for me to hide if someone comes after me… What cat would go into someone else's nest?"
Once outside, he smiled as he sat down, closing his eyes as he felt the wind dance around him. The mouthwatering scent of birds flowed into his nose as he sniffed the air. Everything was at peace: everything was good.
"Rusty! There you are! I've been waiting here forever!"
The young ginger tom quickly opened his green eyes with a smile. A young black and white tom with warm amber eyes balanced on the fence between the two yards, waving his tail. The ginger tom dashed over and waited as his friend leapt down into his yard.
"Smudge, my one true friend," he thought with happiness. "I'm glad to see you… However…"
Rusty frowned as remembered his dream: of a young kit crying out for vengeance, of a young kit being led into a dark and dangerous forest. A faceless figure that seemed to bring fear to whoever saw them. The overwhelming feeling of despair and sadness that surrounded the whole scene.
The same despair that Rusty felt at the thought of telling Smudge anything about his dream. Smudge wouldn't believe him: he never did.
"As much as I like you, Smudge," Rusty thought bitterly. "I wish that you would take my strange dreams seriously for once and not write them off! What if something bad was going to happen to you?"
"Hey, what is up with that face?" Smudge asked him, tilting his head in confusion. "Are you not happy to see me?"
"No, I'm always happy to see you!" Rusty quickly answered, not noticing when he had stopped smiling and decided to tell his friend a half-truth. "I just… had a weird dream again…"
"Rusty…" Smudge sighed as he rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't worry about dreams… They are just that: dreams. They don't mean anything… You need to stop worrying so much!"
"And that is why I didn't want to tell you anything!" Rusty snapped in his head. "But you're my friend and I don't want to hide things from you… But it is hard to fight that instinct to hide things when you keep denying what I am saying. Sometimes… I just wish that there was someone that I could talk to, someone that would take me seriously…"
Rusty looked in the direction of the fence that separated his twoleg's nest from the forest. As always, longing filled his heart. Rusty wanted to do nothing more than to leap into the woods and dash through the trees, scenting the fresh trails of mice. However, like most of the kittypets that lived in this area, he had heard of the rumors of the forest cats. The fierce cats that were said to attack anything that enters their territory.
"I have to wonder if those cats are as terrible as everyone states they are," he wondered. "Surely the rumors cannot be true… They don't go around attacking kittypets for no reason… Do they?"
"Rusty, you're not thinking about going into the woods, are you?" Smudge asked.
"Maybe for just a look," Rusty answered truthfully. "I wouldn't be long."
"Rusty, you have heard the rumors, correct?" Smudge stated with shock. "Those forest cats fight dogs, eat the bones of their enemies, and use the pelt of those defeated as bedding! Why would you put yourself at risk like that?"
"Smudge, I'm sure that the forest cats are not as bad as the rumors make them out to be," Rusty replied. "I mean… They are cats like us, right?"
"I'm not so sure about that…" Smudge mewed. "Remember Piper? She went into the woods one day and got attacked by several of those wild cats… She barely escaped with her life… Her twolegs had to rush her to the Cutter… And, from what Herny told me, she was gone for many sunrises… Now, she tells us that tale in order to save us from those crazy cats!"
"Not me!" Rusty mentally snarled. "Piper, like most of the kittypets around here, hates me! She wouldn't care one way or another if I was to disappear… She took one look at my yellow markings on my legs and yelled at me to get out of her sight. I guess that I was lucky that she didn't try to claw me too… Or anything else…"
"Besides, there is nothing in the woods for us!" Smudge continued on, waving his tail as if he was trying to make a point. "Henry is correct: we are not meant for the wild. There is nothing good in the woods for us… Our twolegs give us everything that we would ever need: food, water, a warm and comfortable place to sleep, and they have a place where we can get our injuries healed. Those wild cats don't have that, and we never understand that. Also… As strange as it seems… Our twolegs love us in their own way."
"True, but I cannot believe that all twolegs are like that," Rusty added to Smudge's statements in his head. "However, when we live with twolegs, we lose control over our lives. We have to do what the twolegs want when they want, or risk being on their bad side… They take us to the Cutter when they want… They are the ones that choose if we keep our ability to have children… If I am being honest, I would rather have freedom…"
"…And if what Henry is saying is true," Smudge rambled on, looking thoughtful. "There is not much in there anyways. He says that he caught a bird…"
"Henry? Catch a bird?" Rusty stated with complete disbelief. "That fat old tom? That's impossible!"
"He doesn't seem like the type to hunt," Rusty thought. "All he does is sit out in the sun and sleep… When he is not yelling at me for one reason or another… Or for basically having this marking and for 'cursing' him by being there…"
"Hey! Henry is not a bad cat!" Smudge exclaimed. "And don't worry about it…You have only been here for two moons… You will grow on him…"
"Somehow, I seriously doubt that…" the ginger tom muttered. "After all, most cats hate me on sight and that doesn't usually change…"
Rusty just sighed as he stared down at his front paws, seeing the unusual yellow marks that lay right above his white paws. The markings that have cursed him into a life of hate and sadness: something that he happened to be born with. It was something that he had no control over.
"I just wish that I could have some control over my life," he sadly thought. "And being a kittypet… Well, I don't believe that I will be happy with twolegs… While I like them, I would like to have the freedom of choice… As it is… I would need to make a choice soon… I… I don't want to go to the Cutter… I want to remain a tom… But what place would take me in?"
Rusty glanced up as he noticed what looked like a large bird in the sky. However, the shape was all wrong… Rusty narrowed his eyes as he tried to focus on the form. Then, Smudge headbutted him to get this attention.
"What?" Rusty asked, a bit annoyed that he had to turn his attention away from the strange sight.
"You looked like you were lost in thought!" Smudge mewed in a happy tone. "So I thought that I would tell you some news from the other kittypets because you love hearing about what is happening around here! And so that you don't have to be alone in your head… And don't worry… We will find another fellow kittypet that will be willing to be your friend!"
"Smudge, you are missing the point," Rusty sighed mentally. "One, where would you find someone that would be my friend that would also be acceptable to you? Two, you cannot force other cats into friendships because that wouldn't be fair to the other cat. And three…It seems like you are assuming that I will stay a kittypet. Why are you assuming that? I might find my own way of life that I want to live!"
"Anyways," Smudge spoke out. "Now… I'm sorry… None of the news is good… Rusty, you might want to be careful if you step outside of your yard…"
"Wait… Why?" Rusty questioned in surprise. "I haven't been near anyone else's nests… I haven't be bugging anyone…"
"No, it's not that…" Smudge stated, giving him a strange look. "And why would anyone attack you for you asking permission to enter their yard? Whatever… Anyways, I heard that there is has been a new group forming… One that could be more dangerous than those wild cats…"
"Dangerous?" Rusty echoed, confused. "How?"
"Well, from what I have heard," Smudge continued on. "These cats have been known to take the teeth of those that they kill and, if they have collars like us, they somehow place those teeth in the material of those collars!"
"Wait… They are murderers?" Rusty gasped out, stunned. "How can anyone let them get away with it?"
"It's like the situation with the forest cats," Smudge answered back, sounding worried. "Alone they might be dangerous but together? You are just asking for death because there is no way that you can stand against a highly-trained group of fighters. And, before you point it out, no, we can't try and get one group against another… And most kittypets cannot nor are willing to become fighters… However, that wasn't the worse thing that Henry said."
After stating those words, Rusty noticed that Smudge seemed to change. His once friendly amber eyes narrowed, the fur on the back of his neck rose up, and his claws unsheathed themselves. For once, Rusty was afraid of Smudge and took a step back, tail fluffing up in his fear.
"That insane cat cult is back!" the black and white kittypet hissed, not noticing that Rusty had moved away. "Seriously? We don't need those… savages here! All they do is go around causing trouble, and when they leave, we find out that they have taken off with several of our friends…"
"Crazy cat cult?" Rusty wondered, still staying away from Smudge. "What in the world? Why have I never heard of the…. Oh right, almost everyone hates me!"
"Rusty…" Smudge stated, anger burning in his eyes. "All of the cult cats have a similar feature… White soulless eyes… If you see those eyes, run. If they even have a hint of thinking that you are one of the 'Cursed,' they will do anything to get you on their side… Even if they have to beat down and destroy your spirit in order to do so…"
"Okay… Wow." Rusty thought, realizing something important. "So don't mess with those cats… and don't let them find me… Wait a minute! Is that why you keep telling me that my dreams are just dreams? Because you don't want to believe it? I hate to say this but… I don't think that is how things work… Life isn't fair."
"Adding to that chaos," Smudge continued on, waving his tail back and forth. "There is another strange group around, a mixture of normal and Cursed cats… And they have the nerve to go around and talk to us!"
"Smudge, do you realize what a big hypocrite you are being right now?" Rusty mentally snapped. "You are friends with someone that everyone hates for that very reason! Are you blind or something?"
"Henry rightly chased off that group when they wanted to talk to him!" Smudge snarled, stomping his paw down. "Those types of cats are dangerous! There should be no reason to…"
"Now that is too bad… We were hoping that you two would at least be a little friendlier than the last few cats…"
Both Rusty and Smudge jumped out of fright. As he slowly turned, Rusty was afraid that he was going to see the stranger's face turn furious as soon as they saw his markings. However, just seeing the other cat had him dropping his jaw from shock, even as Smudge began to hiss at the newcomer.
"This should be impossible!" Rusty screamed in his head. "How can a cat have wings? Or for that matter, feathers? And why are there not twolegs here trying to catch this feathered cat?"
The cat in question was balancing on the back fence, looking down at the two kittypets. His wings were spread out as his pale blue eyes scanned their forms. Rusty stared back, stunned, and noticed that each feather was blue tipped: as if they had been dripped into the strange, thick water that twolegs used to mark their walls. That caused the feathered tom to seem a brighter blue-gray than he was.
Rusty was so stunned that, when he finally opened his mouth, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Are you a featherbrain?" he asked.
As Smudge turned towards Rusty with a look of betrayal, the strange winged cat almost fell off of the wooden fence. However, he caught his self with a flap of his wings.
"Okay, why does everyone call me either birdbrain or featherbrain?" the tom snapped, flicking his feathery tail. "I do have a brain, thank you very much!"
When he finally leaped down, shaking his feathers out, that was when Rusty finally noticed the item around his neck. It looked like something that a twoleg would wear: a wide dark blue material with a small silver-colored circle of a shiny rock-lie thing on the front.
"Okay what is that thing? Is it like a collar?" Rusty wondered, confused yet curious. "Yet… This strange cat does not seem like a kittypet… But why would a rogue even have such a thing? Is it to confuse twolegs?"
"What are you doing in my territory?" Smudge snarled. "Your kind are not welcome here!"
"Your territory?" Rusty asked, slightly upset. "We are in my yard, Smudge! And… While strange, this tom hasn't done anything… Yet. Though, if I am honest with myself, I am afraid… He seemed to be Cursed… And all of the rumors… No, I can't believe those rumors… I am not going to go crazy…"
The tom just gave Rusty a quick glance over, then gave Smudge a 'are-you-serious' look. However, before he could say anything, a loud call rang out. The strange tom answered back with a loud chirp.
"What in the world was that?" Rusty questioned. "Is he mad? Does he want to bring everyone here?"
Rusty soon realized that it was signal when another cat leaped onto the wooden fence, though from a different direction this time, on the side that happened to be near an ally way. While Rusty was slightly relieved to that this tom looked mostly normal, he was also terrified. These two strange toms seemed to be a part of a larger group.
"Just what is up here?" Rusty thought in fear. "Why are these cats here and what do they want with us? And… Why do they both look strange?"
The second tom was a tall, long-haired gray tabby with a pale muzzle, paws, and underbelly, with a feathery tail. Like the winged cat, he was wearing a dark blue collar-like thing with a shiny rock-like thing on it. One pale blue eye stared out at them as the other one was covered by some really long fur that just didn't seem natural for a cat.
"Why does he have his fur like that?" Rusty had to wonder, in spite of his fear. "Wouldn't it get in the way? How can he even see? Something like that would move in the wind, tickling his nose and making both seeing and smelling harder than it needs to be…"
Soon enough, to both Smudge and Rusty's horror, the unknown tom leapt down into the yard. However, as he took a step towards the feathered tom, mouth opening to speak, when he sniffed the air. He turned his head towards Rusty, his eye widening in shock.
"That scent…" the tom spoke out. "You! Young tom… What is thy name?"
In that moment, Rusty wished that his twolegs were here. They would chase off these strangers… And protect him from more attacks. However, they weren't, and he was terrified.
He was ready to bolt.
"What right do you think you have?" Smudge growled, stepping out in front of Rusty even though he was also shaking in his fur. "Just coming up in here and demanding someone's name? What if he wants nothing to do with any of you?"
"Then he can tell me no or just leave," the tall tom answered Smudge back calmly, eye not leaving where Rusty was. "And if he wanted… We would leave… Whatever you happen to think of us, the Knights are not the monsters you are thinking of. However… If I am correct about who you are, young tom, then… Well, how do I put this..? We would have a lot to talk about…"
"Talk about?" Rusty echoed, very confused yet still very fearful. "What could we possibly have to talk about? I don't know you…"
"Though I am very curious about the group you seem to be with," he added mentally. "And why you all seem to be so accepting of the 'Cursed,' well, based on your actions so far… How would that even work with all of the hate against the Cursed anyways? Wouldn't they get attacked all the time?"
"Young tom, we are closer than you know," the tall gray tabby tom answered. "If you are who I think you are… That being said, we need the rest of the patrol here… That way... Well, every cat deserves to know where they are from… And to be able to choose their path in life."
Before Rusty could gather his thoughts, four more cats leaped onto the fence from the same side that the gray tabby tom came from. Three of the four had the same unusual collar-like item around their neck. The fourth, a young dusky dark brown she cat with pale green eyes, wasn't wearing the collar thing, but instead had a band around one of her forelimbs with something small yet looked like something that his twolegs would use to make strange markings on large, pale leaves.
"Avis," mewed an old dark brown tabby and white tom. "Dreamweaver. Sorry that we are late, and it took us so long to get back together..."
"We had gotten into a fight with those Trackers," hissed a dark brown tabby tom. "They were harassing this young she cat!"
"Why am I not one bit surprised?" the winged tom mewed. "Those cult cats don't know when to quit… Anytime that we have to deal with them is a pain in our rear."
"I would have been fine," the dusky she cat spoke out. "I had just gotten separated from my trainer… I will be fine when we get back together."
As all of the newcomers began to talk about what they were going to with the young she cat, Rusty turned his head towards Smudge, fear and curiosity battling in his heart. Smudge was shaking in his fur, eyes wide with his fear.
"As much as I want to know more about what these cats are talking about," Rusty stated mentally. "We need to get out of here… We don't know what these cats want… And I'm not liking what I am hearing about this cat cult…"
Rusty quickly poked Smudge in the side. When the black and white tom gave him a terrified look, Rusty used his tail to point towards his twoleg's nest. Smudge nodded but, before they could even take one step, a cough stopped all of the chatting going on. Rusty looked back and was horrified to see that the tall gray tabby was pointing his paw at him.
"Oh no, now what?" Rusty wondered. "What does he want?"
"I am sorry to interrupt your discussion," the gray tabby mewed. "But didn't we come out this way to fulfill two missions? Number one was to see if we could find the source of the missing cats…"
"I had heard rumors about that…" Smudge whispered to Rusty. "But I didn't think that it was correct… So why would these cats be looking into that? We don't care for their kind."
"…And the second goal was to visit Nutmeg's kits in order to see if they wanted to join the Knights," the tom continued on. "As that is their right… However…"
"Wait just a moment…" Rusty exclaimed in his head, wanting to shout his questions at the strangers, but afraid of having their attention on him. "How do you know anything about my mother? She never mentioned knowing any strange groups… In fact, all she told my littermates and I was the fact that her father was with a large group of cats that protects others and her mother… Well, she was a kittypet that had gotten hit by a twolegs driving beast while helping another cat on the dark road…"
Rusty was thrown from his thoughts by a loud gasp of shock. Before he knew it, the old dark brown tabby and white tom was in front of him, seeming staring into his very spirit.
"Hello…." Rusty stuttered, taking a step back. "What do you want with me?"
The old tom frowned as his copper eyes scanned him. Rusty couldn't see what the other tom was thinking but one thing was clear. He was being judged: but for what, he didn't know.
"I don't know what I could have done, but… Please stop," Rusty begged. "Just leave me be with my dreams of the forest…"
"She was correct about one thing," the older tom finally mewed after a few heartbeats of silence. "You look a lot like your idiotic father… Except for your white paws…"
"Wait…" Rusty wondered. "How do you know anything about my father? He was nothing but a mousebrain that left mother and never returned… I don't understand how anyone can sire kits then never come back to see them… Do kittypet toms just not care about their kits?"
"However," the tom continued on with a smile, bringing Rusty's attention back on him. "You have that same look of distaste that your mother had when she talked about him… And the look in your eyes… Now, what is thy name, young one?"
"My name is Rusty…" Rusty finally stated, even after Smudge whispered into his ears.
"Well Rusty…" mewed the older tom. "It is good to see you again… At least, now that you can remember me. You were so tiny when we last saw you."
"Wait… What?" Rusty exclaimed, confused. "We have met? But…"
"That is impossible!" Smudge added in with a hiss. "Nutmeg has nothing in common with cats like you! From what I have heard from the other kittypets, she is a sweet she cat that seems to have a strange set of beliefs. I mean… What is the big deal about finding the 'perfect mate? And 'being loyal only to them?' That is nonsense! From what I heard, a she cat should want a tom that has had many kits that have survived! That way, you will be sure that you will have strong, healthy children!"
"Smudge… Just stop!" Rusty thought, wanting to slap his self in the face. "Just because my mother has different beliefs does not mean that she is wrong. Why would any cat choose to ignore another's voice in order to do what they want? My father got close to my mother, made her feel special… Then, against her wishes, mated with her then ran. That act alone made her feel used… Worthless… Like she was ruined for love…"
"Young tom," the old tom growled, staring straight into Smudge's eyes. "Did you ever think of how she would have gotten those beliefs? And… Based on your actions, I can see why my daughter would not have told her children about me… While I'm not happy about it, I understand that she was only protecting her kits from your hate!"
"Wait… Daughter?" Rusty shouted mentally. "But if my mother is your daughter, that would mean..!"
"Now, Rusty," the tom stated proudly. "My name is Michael, and I am your grandfather. I'm glad to see you… And… Well…"
"Your mother wishes you well," mewed the gray tabby. "Yet she worries about you…"
"She had stated that the kittypets had been harassing you," hissed the final member of the strange patrol, a large black she cat with sharp green eyes. "All because of strange markings on your forelegs."
"Now, don't look sad, little Rusty," purred the dark brown tabby tom, noticing that Rusty had begun to stare at the yellow markings on his legs. "You have nothing to be ashamed of! It's not your fault that others have mistreated you. Most cats cannot even begin to understand cats like us…"
"Now, Rusty, my grandson," Michael spoke out, looking directly at him. "We came here looking for you… As Nutmeg stated that you were the most adventurous of her kits, we would like to make you an offer… We would like to invite you to join the Knights."
"Wait… Rusty, no!" Smudge exclaimed angrily. "You can't possibly be thinking of joining these cats! You're not like them! And… I would never see you again…"
Before Rusty could say or think anything, a loud scream rang out.
It came from the forest.
RiverClan Allegiances
Leader: Crookedstar- Light brown tabby tom with a pale brown belly, a twisted jaw, and green eyes.
Deputy: Oakheart- Dark reddish brown tom with amber eyes.
Medicine cat: Mudfur- Mottled light brown tom with a pale belly and amber eyes.
Warriors: Softwing- Light brown tabby and white she cat with hazel eyes.
Beetlenose- Crow black tom with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Sandypaw
Blackclaw- Smokey black tom with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Heavypaw
Skyheart- Pale brown tabby she cat with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Littlepaw
Sunfish- Light brown she cat with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Blossompaw
Frogleap- Gray tom with a striped tail and hazel eyes.
Loudbelly- Dark brown tom with hazel eyes.
Apprentice: Silverpaw
Sedgecreek- Brown tabby she with amber eyes.
Leopardfur- Dappled golden tabby she cat with dark golden spots and amber eyes.
Apprentice: Mosspaw
Stonefur- Pale blue gray tom with blue eyes.
Apprentice: Shadepaw
Mallowtail- Tortoiseshell tabby and white she cat with green eyes.
Dawnbright- Ginger and white she cat with amber eyes.
Silverstream- Light silver gray and black tabby she cat with blue eyes.
Vixenclaw- Black she cat with amber eyes.
Grasspelt- Brown tabby tom with darker stripes and green eyes.
Pebblefur- Pale gray tabby tom with darker flecks on his back and amber eyes.
Troutstone- Dark gray tom with hazel eyes.
Whiteclaw- Black tom with one white paw and blue eyes.
Apprentices: Shadepaw- Dark gray she cat with gray eyes.
Blossompaw- White she cat with dark black splotches and green eyes.
Mosspaw- Tortoiseshell and white she cat with blue eyes.
Sandypaw- Dilute tortoiseshell she cat with cream and blue gray tabby and light copper eyes.
Littlepaw- Tortoiseshell she cat with blue eyes.
Silverpaw- Brown tabby tom with silver eyes.
Heavypaw- Brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Queens and Kits: Petaldust-Dilute tortoiseshell she cat with green eyes. (Mother to an unknown father's kits)
Fogkit- Gray tabby tom with white paws and amber eyes.
Cranekit- Dilute tortoiseshell she cat with amber eyes.
Streamkit- Ginger she cat with white paws and hazel eyes.
Mistyfoot- Blue gray she cat with icy blue eyes. (Mother to Blackclaw's kits)
Primosekit- Pale creamy brown she cat with white paws and amber eyes.
Pikekit- Dark gray tom with dark mottled markings like a fish and blue eyes.
Perchkit- Black tom with green eyes.
Reedkit- Black tom with dark gray eyes.
Elders: Graypool- Dark gray she cat with pale yellow eyes.
Owlfur- Brown and white tom with a white muzzle and green eyes.
Rippleclaw- Black and silver tabby tom with amber eyes.