Ok, just so you know, this will be updated often, for now at least. I'll let you know when it evens out, k? This is a zoom ahead in time, Lostkit and her siblings are about to become Fledglings, this is where the allegiances are set. Remember to review!

Wavefeather snorted in disdain. "A cat with no wings? How silly!"

The dark tom had been made a fledgling only the day before, and had just heard of the wingless FrostClan cat who was about his age. He couldn't picture a cat like that - one with no wings at all. He glanced at his own blue-feathered wings and purred with pride. He was smiling at the fact that he was lucky enough to not be the wingless one. The she-cat standing next to him, his sister Ripplefeather, snorted too as she processed the unbelievable news, but before she could put in her own two cents, a call sounded.

"StormClan! Gather!" StormClan's leader Starwing stood at the head of the clearing, head held high. Her black wings were folded against her silver-blue pelt; she was one of the most beautiful she-cats in StormClan. When the whole Clan was gathered, she spoke again. "Tonight is the beginning of the Sun-and-Moon of Peace, where we join FrostClan in a night and a day of peace, together in the Sky Camp. If I call your name, meet me at the entrance after the meeting is adjourned. Silverwave, Brokenbranch, Silverleaf, Leapardclaw, Snowflower, Goldenshine, Earthheart, Seashine, Ripplefeather and Wavefeather."

Wavefeather turned proudly to the entrance, joining ranks with the others who had been selected to go. My second day as a Fledgling and I'm going to the Sun-and-Moon of Peace already!

Starwing took her place at the head of the patrol. She took off running, refusing to even falter in her quick pace. Wavefeather slipped in beside Ripplefeather, exchanging similar looks of excitement. Suddenly Starwing leapt off from the earth, alighting into the air as she spread her brilliantly dark wings. Wavefeather and Ripplefeather took off simultaneously, stretching out their identical blue wings. They flew swiftly, the forest scenery rapidly changing beneath them and passing birds swerving away in fear. The patrol reached the Sky Camp before FrostClan, and sat in the clearing to wait. It was only moments later that FrostClan appeared from the trees, walking!

Wavefeather scanned the group, and was surprised at how beautiful he found the FrostClan she-cats to be. Then his eyes settled on a gleaming grey and orange pelt. Running his eyes up to her face, he started when he realized her pretty green eyes were locked into an intense gaze with his own eyes. She blinked, and he realized her eyes had held him for several moments. His sister was now watching him with an odd look on her face. He felt his face heat up beneath the coating of fur, then he looked askance at the green-eyed she-cat from the corner of his eye. Something seemed off about her, but he couldn't place what it was. Then he trailed his eyes to her back, wondering what her wings were like. As soon as he properly registered what he was seeing, he realized what was off about her. She was thewingless cat!

How could a cat with no wings be so beautiful? Then he noticed all the other cats were walking a fair distance away from her. She didn't seem to be part of the group at all, no matter how subtle they seemed to think the distancing was. His eyes widened in realization. They were ignoring her! Treating her badly because she had no wings! She sure was a sight to behold, though…

Two cats who looked about her age moved to flank her, and she put her head down, looking somewhat upset. Silverwing pulled away from her Clan to join Starwing's side, and the two let out simultaneous yowls. Wavefeather turned to watch, but from one corner of his eye, he saw the beautiful wingless cat sit. The other two had left her, and were now jabbering excitedly with Ripplefeather.

Then Silverwing spoke. "We have three new Fledglings: Starfeather, Rockfeather, and Lostfeather, the wingless," She kept her regal gaze steady as she turned from speaking to the masses and towards the other leader. "Starwing, I have a proposition to make. Lostfeather is a weakness to which ever Clan that has her. I say we trade her back and forth, and every Sun-and-Moon she will switch Clans. Do you think this will work?"

The wingless's eyes widened in horror. Had she had no say at all in this? It was as if she were just a mere puppet with no will of her own.

Starwing nodded, a contemplative spark in her eyes as she briefly glanced at Lostfeather. "I agree that it would benefit the peace treaty, since not only one, but both of the Clans will be vulnerable with the cripple alternating Clans," Lostfeather winced at the harsh term that the StormClan leader had labeled her with, "Trading her is agreeable to me. Lostfeather will spend the next three moons with StormClan."

The two fledglings that had flanked Lostfeather had horrified looks as well, and the grey tom stood, yowling out, "Lostfeather had no say in this! Neither did any of FrostClan! This is not fair to her! She is my sister! Wingless or not, she still has feelings!"

FrostClan cats shook their heads dismally as Silverwing gave the tom a look that plainly meant that the tom would be punished for his insolence. "Rockfeather, wingless cats are worthless, and she weakens FrostClan. Why keep her when she is so useless? Don't be so emotional- you will have her every three moons!"

The tom glowered; his hackles raised, but was silent after that.

Starwing nodded as well. "I will assign a fledgling to keep her busy," Her gaze sought out one of the toms in the crowd of felines, "Wavefeather, I assume you can take care of her while she is in StormClan?"

What luck! There was no better way to get to know the pretty she-cat than to be with her at all times! Granted that she probably would not take to him very well, seeing how she hadn't even agreed to the arrangement. But still! He nodded, and padded over to sit next to her. She briefly glanced at him, recognition flashing in her green eyes as she registered his face into her memory. Returning his attention to the leaders, he made sure to keep a small part of his mind only occupied on the beauty beside him.

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Great, just great! Why'd I get stuck with the one cat who was so obviously sneering at my lack of wings? What a creep!She hadn't been too badly shocked at the fact that she was being traded like some extra piece of freshkill. She knew perfectly well that Silverwing was desperate to get rid of her - in fact, she had half-expected it since it wasn't like she had been brought along to be paraded about like a prize. She had originally thought that Silverwing would have made her stay in camp for the rest of her life and keep her out of sight. But to be put with a snobby, self-loving tom as her 'guide' was too much!

Why did it have to be me who has this weakness? No cat deserves to be born wingless, to never feel the wind in her pelt!She longed to feel wings flapping on her back; even if they were ugly, it would be worth it! Why did StarClan do this? Her whole Clan hated her more than she wanted to care or think about!

Glancing at the tom beside her, she had to admit he was rather handsome, but the blue wings were a little strange. I'm gonna miss Rockfeather and Starfeather… She thought sadly, glancing over her shoulder at her two siblings huddled together.

Suddenly the dark tom beside her nudged her. "So, I guess this is your first Moon-and-Sun too?" His voice was almost like honey, unctuous and saccharine, and she turned, expecting a sneer or a snarl, but instead found honest sincerity in his blue-grey eyes.

"Um, yeah. What exactly do we do?"

He looked at her as though expecting her to say she was joking. "No one told you?"

She nodded, and he thought for a moment, "Well, pretty much we all spend one night and one day in this place, the Sky Camp. Like one big Clan. At the end we split all the prey half and half and go back to our camps. Nothing special, really." Her green eyes were watching him with curiosity as he spoke, and she was still looking for a sign of contempt or a condescending comment, but he acted like she was just like him.

"Why are you being so friendly?" she lifted her lip as she spoke, clearly showing that she didn't trust him.

"Because he thinks you're pretty, hon."

A she-cat who looked like a lighter version of Wavefeather slipped in-between them. The darker tom displayed his annoyance, but the she-cat ignored him, and turned to speak to the wingless she-cat. "I'm Ripplefeather! This flirtatious lump here is my brother," Lostfeather purred quietly at Ripplefeather's way of teasing Wavefeather, who appeared to be frustrated with his sister's sudden appearance. "Come on, let's go get some prey!"

Ripplefeather jumped to her paws and padded toward the large pile of prey that had already accumulated in the center of the clearing. Lostfeather glanced back to where Starfeather and Rockfeather were, but they were gone, already off with some other cats somewhere. Realizing she was being left behind, she ran after the two StormClan cats. The three wove their way through the crowd to the large fresh-kill pile, which mainly consisted of feathered creatures. Each of them grabbed some, and they raced over to the side of the clearing, weaving through the older cats, who were irritated by their boisterous activities.

Sitting around the tree where the rest of the fledglings sat, they laughed and talked for the remainder of the day. For the first time in her life, Lostfeather felt like she truly belonged somewhere.

When it came time for them to sleep, she looked up the tall tree where the fledglings slept. She couldn't even see the den at the top. "How am I supposed to get up there?" she said softly.

Ripplefeather and Wavefeather stopped mid-jump and turned back to her. Ripplefeather scanned the earth around them, and shared an understanding look with her brother. The siblings padded up to their new friend.

"We'll sleep with you down here," Ripplefeather said kindly, and the three fledglings curled up together, falling asleep with their pelts pressed together.

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