Disclaimer: I only own the characters and plot. The Idea of warriors belongs to Erin Hunter.
A/N: I'm going to post the alliances in this chapter, but only for forestclan, because I'm lazy! The cats with an 'x' next to them are the cats that like whitekit, just to make that clear. Also, I don't need any more OCs, so don't send any more in!
Leader:
Ashstar: a large grey tom with black paws, ear-tufts and tail-rings.
Deputy:
Rivertail: a blue-grey she cat with a silver-tipped tail. X
Medicine cat:
Minteyes: a snowy white she-cat with green eyes apprentice: poppypaw
Warriors:
Lightfur: a golden tabby tom
Fawntail: a light brown she-cat apprentice: mosspaw
Brownfoot: a white tom with brown paws
Harewing: a smoky grey she-cat with green eyes. Ashstar's sister. X
Sweethoney: light ginger tom. Despite his name, he is rude and controlling.
Sharpfang: a dark grey she-cat with amber eyes. Is expecting kits, but hasn't moved to the nursery yet. X
Sunnygaze: a pretty golden she-cat
Badgerstreak: a pale brown tom with a stripe down his nose apprentice: redpaw
Oliveheart: cream and pale grey dappled she-cat
Ivyheart: grey she-cat with darker stripes apprentice: skypaw
Ferretfur: grey tabby tom with amber eyes
Swiftrunner: small black and white tom
Crookedpine: a russet tom with a twisted tail
Roseblossom: cream she-cat
Apprentices:
Poppypaw: cream she-cat
Skypaw: grey tom
Redpaw: ginger tom
Mosspaw: blue-grey she-cat
Queens:
Silvertail: white she-cat with silver paws and tail Kits: stormkit: grey tom with black paws and piercing blue eyes Whitekit: A cream she-cat with white paws, chest, ear-tips and tail-tip.
Elders:
Tanglethorn: dark brown tabby tom with matted fur
Turtlepelt: tortoiseshell she-cat. Blind in one eye.
Right, alliances done, on with the story!
"Well that makes sense." I replied to Harewing, and she looked at me, confusion in her eyes.
"How does it make sense?" she asked gently, genuinely curious.
"Well, he's your brother. And brothers are horrible, so that must be why Father is so mean. Because he's a brother." Sympathy shone in the smoky grey she-cats eyes as she butted me softly with her head.
"You're a funny one, aren't you?" she chuckled, before nosing my chest. I hunched up, trying to hide the fact that my ribs seemed to show through my pelt. Anger passed through harewing's gaze again, as she looked at me firmly.
"Silvertail hasn't been feeding you, has she?" I nodded slowly, and harewing suddenly lunged forwards and picked me up by my scruff. I squealed in protest as I was suspended in mid-air, my legs kicking helplessly.
"Stop struggling. I'm taking you to someone who can feed you!" My limbs instantly stopped flailing, and I hung obediently from the kindly she-cats mouth as she carried me to a dark grey she cat who was crouched by the fresh-kill pile, sharing a thrush with a pretty golden she cat. The two seemed deep in conversation, but as soon as Harewing approached, the golden cat hissed and glared at me and harewing fiercely.
"Keep that- that Thing away from me!" she hissed, swinging an explosive paw-swipe at my side. I was sent flying from the firm grasp of Harewing's jaws, and was sent tumbling along the ground towards a small, black and white tom, which jumped to his paws, lips drawn back in a snarl.
"Get away from me!" he yowled, also swiping at me, pain shooting up my side as I was sent tumbling back towards the dark grey cat. I cowered away from her amber gaze, expecting more stinging remarks and harsh blows, but instead, she smiled warmly and pulled me closer, licking the top of my head affectionately.
"Come closer little one." She meowed in a hushed, kind voice, turning over to give me access to her belly.
"My kits won't come for a while yet, so they won't miss a bit of milk." Milk! The word seemed magical to me as I curled up to this new, kind cat and drank my fill.
"Whitekit! Get here now!" Mama's voice suddenly snapped through the air, and I bolted upright, glancing towards the cat who gave me milk.
"Go on, little one, but if you are ever hungry or lonely, just come to me or Harewing."
"What's your name?" I asked, reluctant to leave the warm side of the grey she-cat.
"Sharpfang." She purred, nudging me to my paws.
"My name is sharpfang."
"Bye sharpfang!" I called as I ran towards the nursery, noticing an unusual, warm feeling inside my chest as I ran.
Love… I whispered to myself. The feeling is love…