ROCKCLAN (just so you don't get confused)
Sugarstripe: brown tabby and white she-cat (Sugar)
Gingerstripe: dark ginger tom (Ace)
Yellowfur: ginger tom (Cat)
Silvernose: gray tabby tom (Jingle)
Swiftleg: black she-cat (Swift)
Tabbyfur: pale ginger she-cat (Marmalade)
Spottedfur: black and white tom (Oreo)
Smallpaw: small silver tabby she-cat (Smalls)
Creampaw: white she-cat (Star)
Viperpaw: brown tabby tom (Viper)
Icekit: gray tom
Nightkit: black tom
Mothkit: white she-cat
Timberkit: brown tabby she-cat
Flowerkit: light gray she-cat
"Wake up. You have a visitor."
Sugarstripe blinked and saw Gingerstripe hovering over her face. Their kits were tumbling about in the cave and Sugarstripe hissed quietly. They stopped and sat still.
"Who's the visitor?" Sugarstripe asked, trying to sound nice. Gingerstripe seemed to notice the effort so he backed off a bit and let her sit up.
"Well?" Sugarstripe insisted.
"I don't know." Gingerstripe stammered. Sugarstripe realized that he wasn't used to her being so pushy, but she liked feeling empowered and in charge. Maybe she should be leader, but who would be her deupty and who would be medicine cat? She hadn't even thought of those things! Rockclan was all put together except for the positions of the cats. Gingerstripe let out a little cough that brought Sugarstripe back to the present. She stood up and padded out into their small camp clearing. A light gray tabby tom and a light ginger tabby she-cat sat up straight, waiting for Sugarstripe. Smallpaw and Viperpaw were watching them suspiciously, because the cats looked around the camp, trying to take everything in.
"What are you here for?" Viperpaw whispered, trying to sound vicious without Sugarstripe knowing.
"Yeah." Smallpaw hissed lowly. "Are you trying to destroy our Clan?"
The newcomers exchanged bemused looks and laughed quietly.
"Of course not." The tom chuckled. "We're here to see Sugar. We heard she was one of the wild cats now and thought we should see her."
"My kits." Sugarstripe breathed, running towards the cats. "I haven't seen you since my owners took you away!"
The cats rubbed against their mother, purring loudly.
"Sugarstripe?" Silvernose murmured. "Would you please introduce everyone?"
The she-cat nodded happily. "Of course, of course. Rockclan, gather here!" She waited until the cats were all gathered around and she began. "These are two of my kits from my first litter. I had three, but I don't know where their brother is. The she-cat is Ginger and the tom is Ralf. Now, let me introduce you to my new Clan. The dark ginger tom is your father, Ace, but now we call him Gingerstripe. The other ginger tom is Yellowfur, the gray tom is Silvernose, the black she-cat is Swiftleg, the ginger she-cat is Tabbyfur, and the black-and-white tom is Spottedfur. Those were our warriors. We have three apprentices, Creampaw, Smallpaw, and Viperpaw. You've already met Viperpaw and Smallpaw, but Creampaw is the white she-cat by Swiftleg, they're sisters."
The cats were nodding slowly, taking everything in.
"Why did you introduce us as the kits from your first litter though?" Ginger asked. Sugarstripe purred a little and motioned for all the kits to sit around her. Mothkit and Icekit led the way and Timberkit, Flowerkit, and Nightkit followed dutifully.
"Wow, all these are yours?" Ralf gasped. "Five kits is unusual."
"No, only the bigger ones are mine. The other three are Yellowfur's, but his mate died so I've been nursing them."
Ginger purred. "That's great. Well, I bet you're wondering why we're here, so I'll explain. We were taken to different homes, right next to each other, and we lived like you did, or how Max does. My owner was an older lady and she died not too long after I was taken there, so I lived with Ralf. We heard about a cat named Sugar, fitting your description, from a tortoiseshell named Fringe, that had started a Clan. Fringe said the life wasn't for her, but told us where the Clan was. We decided to come and see if it was you, and it was!"
"Well I'm glad my kits decided to come visit us." Gingerstripe meowed, before Sugarstripe could say anything.
"Hold on." Silvernose interrupted. "These are both of your kits. You never even met them, so you can't just call them your kits. Also, they might want to stay here, and you're just pushing them away. You're not even in charge of Rockclan!"
"At least I'm not mooning over a cat that already has a mate." Gingerstripe sneered. "You're fighting a losing battle, Jingle."
Sugarstripe felt her blood boil at Gingerstripe's insolence. "Put a mouse in it Gingerstripe, you're acting like a piece of fox-dung. Silvernose isn't Jingle anymore. He became a member of this Clan when he got his new name, and he deserves it. You don't deserve to be a member of this Clan."
"Fine." Gingerstripe snarled. "I'm leaving. This Clan is going to fail anyways." His amber eyes softened momentarily, and he looked at Sugarstripe. "I'm sorry that our relationship deteriorated so quickly, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. We were better off as neightbers." He shook his head and started to walk away.
"Wait, Gingerstripe!" Silvernose called. "We don't really want you to leave."
"Just call me Ace now." The ginger tom replied, disappearing.
"I'm sorry you guys had to see that." Sugarstripe apologized to her older kits. "He's been trouble since day one."
"No problem." Ralf shrugged. "He seems like a bit of a sourpuss anyways. Do you think we could talk to you in private?"
Sugarstripe nodded and led her two kits into the kit cave. They all sat down and Sugarstripe curled her tail around her paws to keep herself warm.
"I wanted to join the Clan." Ginger blurted excitedly. "It seems really cool, and I think I would feel more at home here."
"What about you, Ralf?" Sugarstripe asked. The tom shook his head. "Sorry mother, but no. I have a mate and a good life back at my home. I wouldn't mind visiting, but it wouldn't work."
Sugarstripe nodded. "That's fine. I just can't believe I'm seeing my kits again!"
