Hi! Welcome to another chapter of The Brightest Star! Thx for taking your time to read this! I'm going to be publishing a chapter every week, but I might make more a week, but my priority is to get one out a week.


Chapter 3

The days that passed from when Star and Gold had met Wolfpaw were good. Two days had passed, and Wolfpaw had taught them a few more hunting techniques, while also teaching them more about clan life. They had learnt about leaders, deputies, warriors, apprentices, kits, and even a bit about medicine cats. Even though he wouldn't admit it, they had all become good friends. They even knew a bit about his past. Wolfpaw had left his clan, Nightclan, because his parents were both rogues and he had joined the clan, his mother having brought him there. His clan did not like him, and soon enough he was completely ignored by them all. He left, and them found them. Star was thinking, and she felt her belly growl hungrily. Getting up from her sun bathing spot, she felt her tail curve over her back. She was in the ravine, where she and her friends had made camp. Running up the side of the ravine, she ran into the trees, lifting her muzzle up to the air. Scents flooded her nose, squirrel, mouse, sparrow, rabbit, and even a raccoon out their! She sighed. The wild was so different than being a kittypet! Stalking through the bushes, she located a mouse near her, to her close left. Not moving a muscle, she blinked and glanced past the log next to her. The mouse was plump and juicy, slow after stuffing itself full with grasses and herbs. Claws unsheathed, Star stood for a moment, then lunged over the log, claws slashing on the mouse's back, spilting it in half. It was instantly dead. Grabbing it in her mouth, Star ran back to the ravine, but hearing a sound, almost like a yowl of grief from a cat, she whirled around and buried her mouse in the ground, then ran towards the sound. She dove past the log and over a tiny brook, and gazed past a wall of brambles to a field of grass and flowers. It was only the start of greenleaf but already everything was alive and thriving. In the field, a tom, brown and white, sat crumpled on the ground, giving muffled cries of grief and guilt. Star stared at him, and he looked up, revealing a furry face with sparkling orange eyes. They made him look very unique. Star came forwards and asked,

"Who are you? Are you ok? My name is Star." She blinked, waiting for the grief stricken tom to answer.

"Everyone calls me Breeze, but my real name is Breezetail. I come from Duskclan, but I do not live there anymore."

Star stared at him in disbelief. Wolfpaw hadn't mention that there were other clans! She cleared her throat and asked,

"Why are you crying?"

Breezetail exploded in anger. "Crying?! You got any idea who your talking to? I used to be deputy of my clan! But when I left with Riverkit and Sunkit..."

He took a deep breath, seeming to struggle to keep himself from exploding in yowls of pain. His long tail curled around his legs, and he tried to put on a brave face. It worked, for a moment.

"I... I am a member of Arrow's group, the rogue cats. I have two kits, Riverkit and Sunkit, who need a new home." Breezetail stoped and looked around. "They are here, now. I can feel their gazes."

Star soon realized he could see two pairs of eyes staring her down from the shadows of a nearby rock. One pair green, the other blazing yellow. The two cats slunk out, young, but still fierce looking. The yellow eyes belonged to a calico she-kit, and the green eyes to a Turkish calico she-kit. They came next to Breezetail, looking brave and strong.

"These are my kits, Riverkit and Sunkit. They are my pride and joy." Breezetail said.

Star wanted to ask where they all came from, as in Duskclan. But she felt that this topic was stiff and not to be spoken about. So she never said anything.

Suddenly, Riverkit blurted out, "My name is Riverkit, but who are you? And my sister is Sunkit." Riverkit gestured to her sister.

"I am Star, and I'm a wild cat. I live with my friends near here. You should come with me."

Breezetail seemed not to think twice as he meowed, "Of course we'll come." He nodded to his kits to follow Star into the woods and back to the ravine.


Soon, they got back to the ravine and made a den for Breezetail, Riverkit, and Sunkit. As Star groomed herself, She walked up to Breezetail.

"We should make a clan." She said bluntly. She had been thinking about this for many days since she had met Wolfpaw and learned about the clans.

"Really?" Breezetail asked. The rest of the cats glanced up to stare at Star and him.

"Ya, We would be called Breezeclan, you could be leader."

Gold raced over, followed by the kits and Wolfpaw. "I would be Goldpaw." She declared.

Wolfpaw grinned and grunted in agreement.

"Who would be leader?" Breezetail asked, genuinely confused.

"YOU!" All the other cats cried out with sniggers of laughter.

Breezetail blinked in confusion. "Really? Me? Um... i guess i could..."

"You guess? Of course you could!" Sunkit murmured, crawling next to her father and shoving her tiny muzzle into her fur.

"Ok then." Breezetail seemed to stretch up. "You," He said, looking at Star. "Are now known as Starpaw." He turned next to Gold. " You are now Goldpaw. We are Breezeclan, and will make our home just south of Duskclan territory. We leave at sun rise tomorrow."


Hey! So that's it for chapter three! Finally they are a clan! Breezeclan! I really hope you liked it.