Disclaimer: I don't own the concept of Warriors, but I do own ForestClan and all it's cats. If I did own Warriors: Graystripe would still be deputy and Lionblaze and Cinderheart would have already have had kits together, and Hollyleaf would still be alive.

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P.S. I like having the Alliances.

The Great ForestClan Prophecy

part 2: Hardships and Tragedy

FORESTCLAN

Leader: Miststar-very pale gray she-cat with green eyes

Deputy: Smokewhisker-dark gray tom with dark blue eyes

apprentice Seedpaw

Medicine Cat: Echoflight-silver and black tabby she-cat with silver-tipped-tail

apprentice Larkblizzard

Warriors: Shadowcliff-black and dark brown tom

Poppydapple-dappled golden she-cat with amber eyes

Mosscloud-small gray and white tom with green eyes

Sparrowclaw-dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

apprentice Sagepaw

Yellowtail-ginger she-cat with yellow flecks

Nightfern-black she-cat with silver tinged fur

apprentice Morningpaw

Birchpelt-pretty red tabby she-cat with white chest and paws

apprentice Rockpaw

Bluetail-blue-gray tom with half a tail

Windfur-brown and tan Siamese she-cat

Rowanwing-dark ginger tom with a shredded ear

Bouncefeather-gray tabby tom

Stoneleaf-dark gray tom with leafy-green eyes

Rosepetal-pale gray she-cat with soft fur

Mousepelt-pale brown she-cat

Littlestorm-small tabby and white tom

Skystripe-long-furred white she-cat with gray stripes on face and tail

Apprentices: Larkblizzard-dark gray tom with white stripes on chest and flank

Seedpaw-ginger and brown tom

Morningpaw-tortoiseshell she-cat with bright yellow eyes

Rockpaw-dark brown and white tom

Sagepaw-large gray tom with tan splotches

Queens: Maplespirit-golden brown she-cat with brown patches; mother to Tawnykit(black tom), Sweetkit(brown she-cat), Sunkit(ginger she-cat), Rainkit(gray tom)

Runningfrost-white she-cat with silver paws

Elders: Charger-dark brown tom

Butterfly-tortoiseshell and silver she-cat

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLAN

Coryn-black and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes

Clyde-black tom-kit with yellow eyes

Keifer-dark gray tom-kit with blue eyes(Clyde's brother)

CHAPTER 5

Skystripe and her brother Littlestorm stood side-by-side, watching their grandfather Smokewhisker giving orders. "Skystripe and Littlestorm," he meowed, "go hunting near the marsh."

The two young warriors nodded. Skystripe motioned for her brother to follow her with her tail. Littlestorm turned to follow her, giving his tabby fur a quick shake fur first.

The toward the marsh began to get boggy and the two cats had to start shaking their paws. The gray she-cat opened her jaws to breathe in the scent of prey and noticed a vole moving about the boggy land. She dropped into her favorite hunter's crouch and crept forward. The small creature didn't see her coming as she finished it off with a swift bite to the neck.

"Great catch," said Littlestorm as his sister buried the fresh-kill under a mound of damp mud.

They continued on and this time Littlestorm got a mouse just as it darted into some bushes. A little farther ahead, they heard the screech of a hawk and noticed it coming down to the ground.

"Wow," piped Skystripe. "Imagine us catching that. I'm going to do it."

"You'd better be careful. What will I do, telling everyone you got killed by a hawk?"

Skystripe let a half giggle. "Well," she relied. "Don't tell them." She winked and bounded off to the hawk which had come very close to the ground now.

A sharp yowl took the smile from her face as she saw the hawk had kit instead of a mouse or rabbit. A dark gray kit was flailing in it's talons. A black kit lunged and managed to bite it's tail and the bird let go of the smaller kit. An even smaller silver kit was nearby, trying to stay out of the way, but the hawk instantly lunged for it and managed shake away the black kit, who fell to the ground with a thud. The brown bird took off with the kit silver kit grasped in it's large talons.

"No!" the black kit cried out. "Bring her back!" he buried his face into his paws. "Please bring her back."

The dark gray kit padded over to the bigger kit. "Clyde," he whispered. "It'll be okay. We still have each other. Everything will not be fine."

"It's not okay," he replied and looked up. "Everything will not be fine, Keifer. Kerry is gone and we'll never see her again." He buried face into his paws again. "It's just like when we lost Mama."

"Now Mama didn't die, those bad old...uh..."

"Um, twolegs?"

"Yeah, those rotten twolegs stole her. If she were here, she'd have saved Kerry, I know she would have."

The black kit suddenly turned at the scent of unfamilar cats. "Who are you?" He stood in front of the smaller kit, his black fur bristling in hostlity. "Keep away from my brother."

Skystripe purred in amusement. "We don't want to harm you or your brother, little one. I'm Skystripe and this is my brother Littlestorm. We're warriors of ForestClan and we only want to hunt for the clan."

Clyde's pelt lay back. "Clan? What's a clan?"

Littlestorm sat, licked his paw, and ran it over his face. "A clan is where cats with a similar blood called warrior blood live together in harmony and take care of each other. The kits and elders are the most important. They are always fed before any warrior or apprentice and the entire clan works together to make sure they're safe and-"

"Kits are safe with you?"

"Pretty safe. So far we've only lost two kits and we've already had a reasonable amount of them. Why?"

Clyde scuffled his paws. "Would you take a couple of orphan kits who have nowhere to go? Our Mama was stolen by twolegs, our Papa killed by dogs, and our sister was just taken away by that hawk. And now I'm afraid for my brother, Keifer. He's all I have left. If you can't take us both, will you at least take Keifer, so he can be safe?" His voice cracked with sorrow.

Skystripe gave her brother a sideways glance, then nuzzled Clyde's black fur. "You both would be welcome. We would never turn down a couple of young kits."

Clyde looked up. "Oh, thank you so much. Keifer, they'll care for us."

Littlestorm padded up beside him. "Now, when you become six moons old, you'll have to pull your own weights. You'll become apprentices in training to become warriors."

When the small kits nodded, they fell into step behind the two warriors and began the long trip home, to the ForestClan camp. When they arrived, many cats were in the clearing and turned to see them enter. Clyde and Keifer had never seen so many cats in one place. Near the den closest to the entrance were three young cats lying together; a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat, a dark brown and white tom, and a large gray tom with tan splotches. The three glanced up with confused yellow eyes.

Clyde tensed, but the Littlestorm quickly reassured him. "Those three are apprentices in training to become warriors. They are no threat to you or your brother. That tortoiseshell is Morningpaw, the brown is Rockpaw, and and the gray one is Sagepaw. There is an older one named Seedpaw. He's close to getting his warrior name."

Keifer looked up at the large warriors. "Where is he?"

"Off hunting with Smokewhisker, his mentor and our deputy. In fact this is last hunt as an apprentice. At sunset, he's going to be given his warrior ceremony."

Keifer acted as if hadn't heard all that. "What's a deputy?"

Skystripe gave a purr. " He's second in command, right behind our leader. And what she says is law."

Clyde noticed a few cats outside another den. And another he heard mewling sounds coming from inside and could smell the familiar scent of milk. A she-cat squeezed her way out. She was white with silver paws and very light blue eyes. She padded over to the cats who were called warriors and laid down beside a small gray and white tom.

The small back kit suddenly jumped as the fern tunnel parted to allow two large toms into the camp. One was ginger and the other was a gray tabby. Both were a little scarred and looked like real fighters.

Skystripe bent and whispered in his ear. "Don't fear. That's Rowanwing and Bouncefeather. They're very kind cats and wouldn't harm you."

Both the toms carried prey in their jaws and immediately headed for the nursery. Another she-cat appeared, followed by four small kits. The she-cat was golden brown. "That's Maplespirit," Littlestorm whispered. "She's Rowanwing's mate. Those are her kits. The black one is Tawnykit and the brown one is Sweetkit. The other two are Bouncefeather's. Their mother died so Maplespirit offered to care for them. The ginger one is Sunkit and the gray one is Rainkit."

The two brothers stared around the camp in awe. These cats really did live together and take care of each other. As many of the cats stared at the young kits, Keifer hid behind Clyde, not making a sound.

Many minutes later, a very pale gray she-cat appeared through the tunnel, followed by a darker gray tom, a smaller ginger tom, a large black and brown tom, and a golden dappled she-cat. The cats passed the kits, barely noticing them. The dark gray tom and the dark ginger tom padded to sit under the huge oak tree in the camp, while the pale gray she-cat leaped up onto it's lowest branch and yowled, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Talloak for a clan meeting."

The cats all began moving over to the tree, some slinking their way out of their dens. Two old cats made their way out of a den in small patch of grass. The brown tom was grumbling, "We're too old to catch our own prey, so why do we attend these mousebrained meetings?"

"Oh, that adorable Seedpaw is becoming a warrior."

"Humph, adorable? He brings in wet moss."

"Oh, you'd probably whine if StarClan themselves came down from Silverstreak and specially delivered your moss themselves."

The brown elder only growled in reply. The two brothers followed the warriors who went to sit behind the elders. "Greetings Charger, Butterfly."

The tortoiseshell and silver elder gave a purr. "Good evening, Skystripe and Littlestorm." Both warriors nodded respectfully. "And who are your little friends?"

Skystripe nudged the kits. "This Clyde and Keifer. They lost their mother and their and sister. They have nowhere else to go."

"Oh, they're absolutely cute. The clan will love them."

The cats quickly turned attention to their leader. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand your noble code and in turn we commit him to you as a warrior. Seedpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?"

The apprentice nodded. "I do."

"Then by the powers invested in me by StarClan I give you your warrior name. From this day on, you will be Seedfur." Miststar rested her muzzle on the new warrior's head. "StarClan honors you and we welcome you as a full warrior of ForestClan." Seedfur licked her shoulder in respect. "As the tradition of ForestClan and the warrior code, you sit in silent vigil and watch over the clan while we sleep." Seedfur nodded and trotted to his spot at the front of the camp to sit.

Clyde and Keifer stared in confusion. "What's he doing," Keifer asked, "just sitting there? Seems kind of dumb to me."

Littlestorm kicked the dark gray kit with his paw. "Be respectful," he replied. "That is what you will do one day...if you stay here that is." The tabby paused. "He's sitting silent vigil. Watching over the camp while everyone gets a good night sleep."

"Do all new warriors do that?" Clyde blinked his yellow eyes at the warrior.

Skystripe nodded. "I did it. Littlestorm did it. One day the kits in the nursery will. It's a part of our lives."

As the two brothers prepared more questions, a stern voice sounded behind them. They turned to see a black she-cat with silver tinging her pelt. Her cerulean eyes blazed and a deep scar ran down her right shoulder. The brothers gulped while Skystripe and Littlestorm nodded in greeting. "Kits, this is Nightfern. She is Morningpaw's mentor. Nightfern, this is Clyde and Keifer. We found them today."

Nightfern looked at both kits, sizing them up. "Why did you bring them here?"

"They lost their mother to twolegs," Littlestorm replied. "And their sister was snatched by a hawk."

Skystripe nodded. "They're all alone. If they live alone, they'll die."

Nightfern stared for a moment, then nodded. "Alright then. Would you like me to inform Miststar?"

"If it wouldn't be trouble at all. I'll have have to that direction anyway. I have tell Morningpaw about our training tomorrow."

"Thank you, Nightfern."

The black cat padded away and soon the pale gray she-cat came toward them, a dark gray tom right behind her. "Well, welcome to ForestClan."

The tom looked from kit to kit. "You're big kits. How old are you?"

Keifer cowered behind Clyde at the large tom, but the black kit stood his ground. "We just turned five moons yesterday."

Miststar nodded. "You're not old enough to be apprentices. You'll have to wait one moon in the nursery." She lifted her muzzle toward the den covered in thistles and thorns. "Runningfrost, come here!"

A pretty white she-cat with silver paws padded out. "Yes, Miststar."

"These two kits were found in the forest today and I'm accepting them into the clan. They have moon before becoming apprentices, so would you mother them til then?"

The she-cat nodded. "Oh, of coarse. Welcome, little ones." She ran her muzzle into their flanks.

Miststar looked pleased. "Then it's settled." She leaped up onto the Talloak. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here under the Talloak for a clan meeting." Cats slithered out of their dens, many muttering in low voices. "Today, two kits were found alone in forest. Part of the warrior code states that no kits is to be neglected, no matter it's origin. So as leader of this clan. I accept them into the clan. They are only a moon away from joining the apprentices den and for now Runningfrost has agreed to take them in." Mutters of agreement swarmed through the cats. "Until they receive their apprentice names, the black kit will be Shadekit, and the gray one will be Ashkit. Welcome, both of you."

Shadekit felt happy. By being accepted by this clan, his brother and he were safe and now had some cats to care about them. Life would be better from now on.

Larkblizzard sniffed the air. The air was heavy with herb scents, many he recognized right away. Marigold, tansy, juniper berries, poppies...

"Help!" Larkblizzard instantly shot toward the cry. It led him to a small path of sand. The cry of a she-cat was coming from up it. "Please, someone help!"

The gray tom rushed on up. He stopped at the fence leading to a twoleg farm. He pricked his ears, trying to pinpoint the sound.

"Help!" He ran to a field near the farm, where a group of rogues crowded around something, but blocked his view of what it was. Then he saw the black and white fur.

"Hey, what are you doing to that cat?"

A brown tabby spun and faced him. "That isn't your business, now is it?"

Larkblizzard glanced at the she-cat and met her ice-blue eyes. "Please, help me."

The gray tom growled in anger. "No cat deserves to be tortured," he mowed, unsheathing his claws. "Let her go."

Some of the rogues left the she-cat and padded to surround Larkblizzard. "Now, now, forest cat. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get."

As the rogues closed in on him, two figures came rushing from the sandy path and bowled over a couple of cats. Skystripe and Littlestorm bristled and hissed, ready to fight. "Now, she-cat and...kitten, this doesn't concern you."

"When you threaten our brother," Skystripe hissed, "we make it our business."

"Yeah," Littlestorm agreed. "And how dare you call me a kit. I am a warrior."

A pale gray tom chuckled. "Have no idea what you mean, but whatever you say...kit."

Littlestorm snarled and lunged at the tom, his claws outstretched, swiped at the tom's face, leaving a long scratch. "I told you, I'm a warrior, not a kit!"

Blood trickled down the rogue's face. He spat in anger, then turned. "Let's go. If they want Coryn, they can have her." The rogues turned and rushed toward the twolegplace.

Littlestorm started to run after them, but stopped. "Yeah, that's right," he yowled after them. "You better run!"

Larkblizzard turned to the she-cat, who sat trembling. He noticed scars going up and down her back and flank as well as fresh ones. She had faint scent of milk and dried blood.

"Hello," Larkblizzard meowed, taking a step toward her. "My name is Larkblizzard. What's your name?"

She looked up at him as his sister joined him. "Coryn."

"Why were those rogues torturing you?" Skystripe began sniffing at Coryn's scratches.

The she-cat dropped her eyes to her paws then back up at the warriors. "They've done that ever since I was a kitten. Mother abandoned me in the twolegplace and Muck and his rogues found me, but they're all so cruel and have spent many moons making my life terrible. They'd scratch, bite, and throw me into water. There was one instance when they put me behind a fence that had a vicious dog. It almost killed me. I-" her voice began cracking with sorrow.

Skystripe touched her nose to Coryn's flank fur. "Well, we won't let them hurt, I promise."

Littlestorm came padding up to them. "Why would you let them do that? Why don't you rip their pelts off?"

"I...I do not know how to fight. That was amazing! Where did learn to fight like that?"

"We live in a clan," Skystripe replied. "We're ForestClan warriors, except him," she motioned to Larkblizzard with her tail, "he's our medicine cat apprentice." Coryn cocked her head in confusion. "It means he can heal those scratches and scrapes."

Larkblizzard nudged her to paws. "Come to our camp and we'll take care of you."

The she-cat followed the forest cats back to their camp, where Larkblizzard raced directly for the medicine den to fetch Echoflight.

"Morningpaw," Skystripe began. "Tell Miststar to come here."

A small bracken-colored she-cat nodded and dashed into a hole in a huge oak tree. She then reappeeared, followed by two gray cats, one very pale, and the other much darker.

Well, now," said the dark gray tom, "What have you brought now?"

"This is Coryn," Littlestorm answered. "We rescued her from these rogues who were torturing her."
The tom shook his head. "Quit bringing in strangers!"

As he prepared to chase away Coryn, the pale gray she-cat lifted her tail. "No, Smokewhisker."

"But Miststar-"

"No cat deserves to be tortured as this one has been. She will stay here until she's learned to fight for herself, unless she wishes to stay for good."

Miststar stood and padded back to her den, and, with a snort, Smokewhisker followed. Before she reached her den, the leader turned. "If you are to live with us, you are to have a proper name. You will be known as Icepath."

Note: I want to think everybody who gave me great cat ideas. I do not need anymore cats. Every cat currently in stock will eventually be used. Again, thanks! -Fanfictionfan0106