A/N okay, so the name 'star' and 'moon' are religious and can't be used as names in the real Warriors books. But ya know what? People use those names all the time, so if somebody has a problem with the kit's names, puh-leez don't cry to me about it, thanks.

"Mother!" Whiteleaf tore her green gaze away from the huge, violent storm clouds rolling towards the territory around the lake and turned to face Moonkit, who was clamberingup the rocks tentatively.

"What is it, darling?" Whiteleaf cooed, flicking her fluffy tail around Moonkit's eyes so that her daughter would not see the terrifying storm. I will have to warn Firestar, she decided firmly.

"Starkit won't play with me anymore. She thinks my games are boring." Moonit sighed, shuffling her tiny paws. Whiteleaf groaned inwardly, frustrated at Starkit's act of 'maturaty'.

"Well, why don't you play with Riverkit and Cinderkit?" she suggested. "I can talk to Starkit about how rude she is being later."

"Well..." Moonkit whined. "Leafpools getting Cinderkit ready for the apprentice ceremony today. Riverkit is play fighting with Starkit, even though Leafpool told him not to get dirt on his pelt. I'm never allowed to play with Riverkit and Starkit. They say that one day I can, but not today." Whiteleaf had forgotten about Riverkit's and Cinderkit's ceremony. Of coarse Leafpool would want to doll them up.

"Er..." Whiteleaf mused, conscious of the green storm clouds drawing nearer. Starkit was a much better fighter than Moonkit, and of coarse Riverkit could easily beat Moonkit because of his advantage in size, so there was no chance in Moonkit fighting with Starkit- she would get thrashed! "Well... why don't you have ah unting contest? You can practice catching beetles and butterflies." Whiteleaf tempted her daughter. Of coarse Moonkit was an excellent hunter, whereas Starkit was larger and clumsier.

"Yeah, that's awesome!" Moonkit squealed, quivering with excitement. She dashed back down the rocks, but a silver paw caught a large pointy pebble embedded in the slope, and Moonkit slipped down the slope. She began to shriek with pain, writhing and twisting. Whiteleaf skittered down beside her, and examined her paw. It had a small scrape on it, and Whiteleaf wondered why Moonkit was in so much pain. Then she remembered that this was the first time Moonkit had felt pain, of coarse it would surprise and scare her. Suddenly, Leafpool was there, shoving Whiteleaf out of the way as she examined the kit.

"Silly goose," she heard Leafpool purr warmly. "You'll be better in no time, and you can show your sister how tough you are with your new cut." Moonkit's shrieks stopped, and Moonkit looked much calmer now that she knew that Starkit would be impressed with her. Starkit did have that aura of everyone wanting to impress her because she was so prickly and into herself. It infuriated Whiteleaf.

"What's with all the commotion?" It was Starkit herself, padding over with Riverkit beside her.

"Your sister cut her paw." Whiteleaf explained shortly. A flash of fear crossed Starkit's eyes.

"Is she okay?" the black kit asked in alarm. Whiteleaf nodded, pleased that Starkit seemed to care for her sister more than she thought. What was she going to do? She wanted to tell Firestar of that big storm before it struck, but would Moonkit think she didn't care if she left? She heard a sigh, and she looked down to see Starkit gazing at Leafpool and Moonkit. Whiteleaf was sure she saw scorn in Starkit's green eyes, but whether it was for Leafpool or Moonkit she did not know. Starkit shook herself and looked up.

"Starkit," Whiteleaf decided, "watch after your sister, I have to tell Firestar something!"

"Your going to leave the fate of your kit in the paws of her sister?" Starkit gaped, as Whiteleaf bounded away. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Firestar!" Whiteleaf called, rushing into Firestar's den. The ginger tom raised his head, blinking sleep from his olive green eyes. "There's a big storm cloud..." Whiteleaf mewed. She didn't want to look scared in front of her clan leader, but the storm did scare her. It was big in her book, that was for sure. Firestar heaved himself to his paws and padded out onto highledge with Whiteleaf.

"Green storm clouds!" Firestar exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"I-Is that bad?" Whiteleaf asked nervously.

"I've never seen green storm clouds..." Firestar pondered. As the two cats watched, the storm clouds rolled around and a fork of lightning thrashed across it, a splintering of wood told Whiteleaf that it had hit a tree far into Shadowclan's territory. She had heard tell of the fire that had swept through Thunderclan's camp, and she did not want to live through one herself.

"Firestar..." she began. "It's heading..."

"Yes, Whiteleaf." Firestar growled. "It's heading straight for Thunderclan." he turned swiftly to see his clan. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath highledge for a clan meeting!" Whiteleaf leapt down from the ledge and over to her two kits. She wrapped her tail protectively over Starkit, and put a paw around Moonkit. Her kit's would either be terrified (which was probable) or excited (maybe possible in Starkit's case).

Of coarse the clan thought that it was time for Cinderkit and Riverkit's naming ceremony, and the two kit's of Leafpool's had padded proudly out from the nursery, beaming at the clan.

"I'm sorry to tell you," Firestar yowled. "That we cannot have the naming ceremony today." Meows of confusion rippled through the clan, and Leafpool's kit's hissed in outrage. "There is a dreadful storm coming, with green and black clouds. The lightning has struck one of the trees in Shadowclan territory. We have know idea if it caught fire or not, but we have to take caution!" His voice was drowned out by a chorus of wails.

"I don't see any storm clouds!" Dustpelt pointed out agressivly.

"Is there going to be another fire?" Mousefur called out nervously. "I don't think that Longtail could handle going across that stream again to get to the moorlands!" Whiteleaf craned her neck to see Longtail bristling, digging his claws into the ground nervously.

"The ground in camp is made of soil," Graystripe pointed out reasonably. "No fire could burn up soil, right?" That calmed the cats down considerably.

"What's a storm cloud?" Starkit asked. "Is it like rainclouds?" Of coarse, Moonkit and Starkit had witnessed a few light showers in Newleaf, but no storms.

"No, it shoots out lightning, which are these big bolts of light that set fire to trees." Whiteleaf explained calmly. Her kits would not be too afraid if she were calm. But she was wrong.

"What?" Moonkit wailed. "Why?"

"I don't want to get burned up." Starkit whispered fearfully.

"You'll be okay as long as I'm here," Whiteleaf reassured her kits, thought her pulse quickened considerably.

Suddenly a wail of wind swept across camp, and a few cats shrieked. The wind was eerie and wailing, similar to the wind whipping through the trees only much, much louder.
Whiteleaf looked up and saw black and green clouds rolling over the camp, lightning spurting from the deathly black clouds every couple of seconds. Whiteleaf couldn't bear it. She took a staggering step towards highledge, being battered by the wind as she went. She crawled up highledge and turned.

Suddenly the wind stopped. Lightning silently broke the awesome storm scene, but all was generally peaceful. Cats took the opportunity to move to dart into their dens and huddle together. Leafpool had taken all four of the nursery kits and led them into the nursery. Then something terrifying happened.

A terrible noise sounded throughout the clearing, and a little ways away from Thunderclan camp something long and spinning dropped from the sky. It twisted violently and made a loud, shrieking screech. As Whitleaf watched, horrified, it touched the ground. Trees were lifted from their roots and thrust up into the funnel, up into the clouds. The funnel thing then made it's way directly towards the Thunderclan camp!

A/N in case you are confused, it was a tornado. I think that their are tornadoes in Canada... if their arn't then too bad!