Warriors:

Starsong's Omen

Allegiances

CedarClan

Leader: Cedarstar - Burly tabby tom with thick, deep red pelt and dappled ginger legs

Deputy: Fletchleap – Handsome deep red tabby with unusual aqua-blue eyes

Medicine Cat: Starsong – Lithe grey tabby she-cat with startling deep purple eyes

Warriors:

Larchwhisper – Tortoiseshell she-cat with black tail

Apprentice: Hillpaw

Ashfrost – Brown tabby tom with long foreclaws

Apprentice: Waterpaw

Willowlight – Fluffy tan dappled-white tom with deep red muzzle

Rushstorm – Grey-spotted white tom

Smokeburr – Mottled grey tom with brown eyes

Dewpelt – Pretty white she-cat

Applesplash – Grey thickset tom

Apprentices:

Waterpaw – Grey tabby she-cat

Hillpaw – Dappled tan she-cat

Queens:

Mapleheart – Light ginger she-cat (mother of Cedarstar's kits: Redkit, Lightkit, and Smokekit)

Emberbright – Glossy dark ginger she-cat (mother of Willowlight's kits: Glowkit, Lanternkit, Royalkit, and Nectarkit)

Elders:

Beechshine – Light brown she-cat

Creekberry – Greyish-blue sleek tom with impaired hearing

Stoneleaf – Dark grey mottled tom

SpruceClan

Leader: Sprucestar – Sleek dark grey tom with amber eyes

Deputy: Reedspring – Thick-pelted brown tom with powerful hind paws

Medicine Cat: Shadefire – Brown tom with ginger splotches

Warriors:

Patchwillow – Dappled tan she-cat

Apprentice: Mousepaw

Flintslip – Grey tom with sharp claws

Molesnow – Stout white tom with brown muzzle

Apprentice: Whisperpaw

Icestorm – Lithe white she-cat with deep blue eyes

Archflight – Brown tabby she-cat

Nightskip – Black tom with emerald eyes

Apprentices:

Whisperpaw – Small fluffy white she-cat

Mousepaw – Light brown agile tom

Queens:

Shimmerdust – Glossy white she-cat with grey roots (mother of Flintslip's kit: Cavernkit)

Doveburr – Small tortoiseshell she-cat (mother of Sprucestar's kits: Lilykit and Coarsekit)

Elders:

Jaystem – Tortoiseshell she-cat

Willowcloud – Large white tom

Vixenslip – Fluffy brown she-cat with one missing tooth

FirClan

Leader: Firstar – Lithe tortoiseshell she-cat with powerful hind legs

Deputy: Kestrelbreeze – Sleek, agile tom with spiky brown fur

Medicine Cat: Thrushtail – Huge dark grey tom with milky brown eyes

Warriors:

Hazelhawk – Light brown tabby she-cat

Marshflight – Grey tabby tom with black paws

Apprentice: Frondpaw

Skywhisker – Burly white tom with grey tipped tail

Berryhawk – Poweful tortoiseshell she-cat

Apprentice: Leafpaw

Mottledfly – Dappled brown tom with muscular legs

Badgerleap – Dark glossy tom with pale yellow eyes

Apprentices:

Leafpaw – Tortoiseshell she-cat with one olive-green ear

Frondpaw – White tom with sharp canine teeth

Queens:

Owlwing – Brown tabby she-cat (mother of Marshflight's kits: Haykit and Nipkit)

Mistlespring – Red tabby she-cat with dark silver eyes (mother of Kestrelbreeze's kits: Cinnamonkit, Woodkit, and Mintkit)

Elders:

Finchdapple – Dappled ginger tom

Featherfur – Sleek tan she-cat

Morningbird – Brown she-cat with deep green eyes

PineClan

Leader: Pinestar – Muscular white tom with emerald eyes

Deputy: Sagefire – Sleek, dark ginger tom

Medicine Cat: Mistypetal – White she-cat with dappled grey hindquarters

Warriors:

Redspot – Ginger thick-pelted tom

Apprentice: Sharppaw

Mosspeck – Tortoiseshell she-cat with black forepaws

Addersnow – Brown tabby tom, dappled white with sharp front teeth

Spottedwillow – Brown-spotted white she-cat

Gorsetooth – Heavy grey tabby tom

Flintheart – Glossy grey she-cat

Apprentice: Thornpaw

Apprentices:

Thornpaw – Black tom with yellow eyes

Sharppaw – Dark grey tom with long front claws

Queens:

Fallownose – Tan she-cat with amber eyes (mother of Addersnow's kits: Copperkit, Granitekit and Dustkit)

Whitebranch – White she-cat with grey paws (mother of Sagefire's kits: Burnkit and Grasskit)

Elders:

Fernmouse – Light brown tabby tom

Starlingbriar – Small grey she-cat

Halfbranch – Burly dark tabby with blue eyes

CypressClan

Leader: Cypresstar – Glossy brown she-cat

Deputy: Fawnfrost – Light brown she-cat with dappled white back

Medicine Cat: Ashpuddle – Small grey tabby tom with light blue eyes

Warriors:

Stormleaf – Burly dark grey tom

Aspenbreeze – Fluffy tan she-cat

Apprentice: Lakepaw

Flamefall – Dark ginger she-cat

Creekfrost – Soft grey tabby tom with amber eyes

Apprentice: Airpaw

Cloverclaw – Calico tom with black ears

Oakfall – Heavy brown tabby tom

Apprentices:

Airpaw – Muscular white tom with deep silver eyes

Lakepaw – Fluffy light grey she-cat

Queens:

Breezefern – Glossy tan tabby she-cat (mother of Creekfrost's kits: Flakekit and Winterkit)

Sorrelpelt – Tortoiseshell she-cat with olive-green muzzle (mother of Stormleaf's kits: Blizzardkit and Perchkit)

Elders:

Heronflake – Thickset brown tom

Troutrush – Greying tabby tom

Pearwhisper – Old tortoiseshell she-cat


Chapter 1

I jump off the ledge and onto the cushioned carpet. My paws are ready to take me on this morning's trek, hungry for an adventure after being confined to the house for a day. I love my housefolk, but they can be really stupid.

I scratch at the glass door, and caterwaul pitifully. It feels mousebrained, but it usually gets their attention. Sure enough, my housefolk come running. They coo for a few moments, scratch my head, and then open the door. I bolt before they can change their minds, or what little minds they have.

The feeling of the wind in my fur relaxes me as I dart around the feet of twolegs. This twolegplace, while smaller than some, is always busy. The twolegs take no notice of me; they've seen me exploring the streets for long enough. I always take this route to the hill.

The snow begins to fall when he appears. "Star!"

"Fletch!" I respond. I spot the deep red tabby pelt only a little distance away. My best friend, Fletch, always meets me at this spot in the streets; right where the large thunderpath stops in front of the park. His paws have fresh snow on them; he's been out in the forest awhile. His housefolk live on the edge of the city.

"You should wear snow more often. It goes well with your pelt," he jokes, slightly. I'm not one who usually brings my good points to attention, but I have to admit that he's right; the snow does look good against my grey tabby pelt.

"Are we going for a walk, or are we just going to sit?" he continues. I can see by the hopeful look in his eyes that he really just wants to rest.

"We can sit," I say. I pad over to the boulder that sits at the front of the park and, with some difficulty, I leap up onto it. Fletch follows closely behind, and, as always, he amazes me by his jumping ability. With effortless grace he pounces up and lands silently beside me. I shake the snow from my pelt and press against him for warmth.

"Did you have a good day yesterday? I didn't see you here," he asks.

"I guess. My housefolk locked me in, so I stayed warm, but I didn't really do anything fun. Were you waiting for a while?"

"Not really. You're always on time, so when you didn't come I went back home."

"That's good. Did you do anything fun without me?" I query, secretly hoping he didn't.

"No, I just padded around the forest for a little bit and tried to catch a mouse."

"Did you get it?"

"No, it was too quick."

I can tell by the look on his face that he's disappointed. Fletch loves to hunt, even though he has plenty of food back home. He's caught a few mice and even a rabbit once. He shared the rabbit with me. I thought it was good; at least, better than the food my housefolk give me. Sometimes on special days they'll give me cream. It's alright, but I prefer the meat. It's more…satisfying, I guess.

"Remember the squirrel I almost caught once?" he says with a wild look in his eyes. I nod because I do. It was the first time he took me into the forest. I was scared at first because of all the crazy stories I'd heard about cats getting eaten by wolves and even bears, but Fletch convinced me that I'd be safe with him. And I knew I would be. So I went. It was a bit spooky, with all the trees looming over me and the forest sounds. But after a little bit I got used to it and, even enjoyed it.

Fletch was leading me to a hollow that he'd found when suddenly, a grey squirrel dashed from a tree and tried to make it to its nest in a pine on the other side. Fletch raced across the clearing and almost had it, but it swerved around a cedar that he wasn't watching for and Fletch ran into it. It knocked him out and twisted his ankle. I was so scared that he was going to die, but a few moments later he just came to and seemed fine. Ready for another chase, in fact.

The woods are the only place Fletch really feels alive. He thinks living with his housefolk is a prison. The only reason he hasn't ran off is because of me. He's tried to get me to come with him a few times, but I've always said no. Not because I don't trust him to hunt for me and keep me safe, but because I really don't want to leave twolegplace. My housefolk may be a bunch of idiots, but I still love them. And where would they be without me? Who would be there when they need comfort and entertainment?

The word pulls me up short. Entertainment? Are we just the housefolk's playthings? I refuse to believe that's true. But it does have me thinking…

"What's going on in your head?" Fletch says softly. He must have felt me sit up straighter, or sensed a change in my attitude.

"I'm just confused, I guess."

"What about?" I think he knows what I'm thinking, so he's hoping I'll say it. Anything that'll give case to his argument about leaving twolegplace.

"Nothing."

He doesn't press the matter, and I knew he wouldn't. He respects my judgment, no matter what he likes or wants to do.

We sit in peace for a few more moments until something disturbs us. Out of the blue, something dark grey bolts across the thunderpath and races into the park. At first I think it's a squirrel, but it's too big for that. In fact, it's another housecat.

"Hey look, it's Harvey!" says Fletch. Indeed it is. He's this huge dark grey cat with milky brown eyes. He lives a few houses away from me. He's nice, but he's what Mouse would call "messed up in his melon". Mouse is this funny old cat who lives at the pet store in town. The owners keep him around for company, even though he's technically up for purchase. But they're too fond of him to let him go. He always uses wild expressions.

"Whatcha up to, Harvey?" I shout. It catches him by surprise and he comically slips on some snow and lands on his side.

"Star! Fletch! I didn't see you there," he says dazedly.

"We noticed!" Fletch calls humorously. Harvey wanders over to us, slightly dizzy.

"Why in such a hurry? Are the twoleg kits chasing you again?" I ask

"No!" he says, annoyed. Then his face fills with emotion and he gets a faraway look in his eyes. "I had the strangest dream last night. A cat came to me and told me to go to the forest at the full moon. She was the prettiest cat, too! No offense to you, of course," he says hastily, looking at me, "but I'm serious! It looked like she had stars glittering in her fur!"

Fletch gives me a sideways look. Harvey did always have a vivid imagination. But he plays along. "It's not the full moon for another few days, Harvey."

"I know; I just want to get used to the forest if I'm going to be living there," he responds.

"Living there?! What did the cat exactly tell you?" I ask.

"She said that at the full moon, I would meet a bunch of other cats in a clearing beyond the ice river who would settle down in the forest. She said I would be given a special position with their groups."

"Oh? And how organized are these groups?" says Fletch. The inquisitive look in his eyes scares me.

"She didn't say; she just said that they would form groups and I would be important! And she told me that she would be back to visit me!" Harvey responds, nearly hysterical. He looks back toward the tree line. "I can't waste any more time; I don't want to be trapped in there at nightfall. If I'm going to be lost, it should be now." He dashes off without another word.

"That was interesting," says Fletch after a few silent moments.

"I wonder if she means the loners," I say absentmindedly.

"What?"

"The cat from his dream. She could have meant the loners that live around the forest. I heard that there were quite a lot of them."

"Oh come on, Star, you don't actually believe him, do you?" Fletch says bluntly.

"Harvey may be crazy but he's no liar," I say. "If he truly believes that his dream was true, then I'm not going to ignore that. It may have been just a dream, but I'm sure he dreamt it."

"I don't deny that. But he's still crazy," Fletch argues.

"For what? Wanting to live in the forest?"

I shouldn't have said that. That hit too close to home. His face darkens, a look I've rarely seen on him. "For thinking he should listen to a stupid dream," he snaps, his voice full of spite. But he sobers up before hurt can register on my face. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," I say. We never get short with each other, not even by accident. This conversation has been a first, on many different fronts.

We waste the day strolling around twolegplace, getting the occasional handout from the different food stores around town. Fletch eats the twoleg food quietly, even though I know he's itching for mouse. We run up and down the hills and through fields, completely circumnavigating the town. When evening falls, I'm wiped but very happy.

Fletch walks me home, as always. The snow started falling harder around sunhigh, so it's a bit of a hard trek. But we make it okay.

"Take the small thunderpath route on your way home. I don't want you to get hurt," I tell him when we're at my door.

"I'll be okay," he says, straightening up. "Nothing can hurt me."

"That's not true and you know it," I say, genuinely concerned. He must see the worry on my face because he leans down and licks my ear gently.

"It's okay; I'll be safe," he reassures me.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" I ask.

"You should! Same time, same place!" he says brightly. He brushes my shoulder with his tail tip before meowing a final goodbye, and then he leaves, bounding through the snow.

I shake the snow from my own pelt before scratching at the door. In a heartbeat my housefolk are there to let me in. They pet me for a few moments, then pour food into my bowl. I eat some of it, but after all the treats we got today I'm just not that hungry. Plus, we spent the morning talking about forest food, and it makes my mouth water just thinking about our conversation.

What would living in the forest be like, I wonder? My mind and my paws are too tired to answer that at the moment, so I wander over to my pillow and settle down. Before I know it, my eyes close and I descend into a world of darkness.