ThunderClan:
Leader: Mangledstar - Black colored tom with many chewed places.
Deputy: Fallenfur - Gold colored she-cat with ice-colored eyes.
Medicine Cat: Brokenear - Gray longhaired tabby with a chewed off ear.
Warriors:
Halftail: Big, dark brown tabby with part of his tail missing.
Smallear: Gray tom with very small ears, oldest warrior.
Patchpelt: Small, black and white tom.
One-Eye: Pale-grey she-cat.
Dappletail: Tortishell she-cat, extremely beautiful, dappled coat.
Stripednose: Huge gray tom with a stripe down his nose.
Spottedleaf: Former Med. Cat apprintice, dappled she-cat.
Queens:
Firepelt: Bluekit's mother, a ginger colored she-cat.
Gentlerain: A kind she-cat that nurses Bluekit, black and white.
Apprintices:
Scarpaw: Black apprintice tom.
Rosepaw: Light red colored she-cat.
Kits:
Redkit: Red colored tom.
Bluekit: Blue she-cat with a silver muzzle.
Stripednose could hear the gossiped whispers about the new kit.
"Bluekit? A prophecy? Right..." whispered one
"Ah, but I was there and saw it myself," said Patchpelt
"Come on, Patchpelt, you are lying!"
"What kind of prophecy?"
"Oh, they just think that Blukit is going to 'leader' someday." hissed One-eye
"I tell you, it's truth." said Spottedleaf
"Truth! What's truth to you, Medicine Cat?"
"I'm not the..." started Spottedleaf
"Exactly, you are not." growled Smallear
"So you shouldn't be hearing prophecies!" meowed One-eye
"We all heard it!" said Patchpelt in Spottedleaf's defense.
"Sure.." said Smallear
Stripednose could stand it no longer.
"It is true! We found Bluekit alive, Firepelt dead, and then heard a prophecy!" he hissed
"Oh, now Stripednose is going to speak for Spottedleaf!"
"Scilence!" a meow sounded over the argument.
"Mangledstar!" gasped One-eye
"What business do you have aruguing over prophecies and kits?" hissed the old tom-cat
"None, Mangledstar."
They feared their leader greatly, for he was a well respected cat, and noble for many wars he had won.
"Exactly why you should stop." said the leader with a tilt of his head
"Yes, Mangledstar." the cats chorused
"Good then." said Mangledstar as he limped away.
Two months and four days later...
"Bluekit!" called Gentlerain
"Yes?" said the sleepy kit
"Time to eat." she said, pushing a small vole towards the kit.
"Thank you, mother."
Gentlerain had not yet told her that she was only nursing the kit, and had not given birth to her, it would be hard to admit it. Bluekit was already tearing chunks off of the vole, she had been weaned now, and was two moons old.
"Bluekit, there is a prophecy..." started Gentlerain
"A propha-what?" said Bluekit with a curious voice.
"You know of StarClan, do you not?" asked the queen
"I do," replied Bluekit
"Well, a prophecy is a message of destiny, given by StarClan." said Gentlerain
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Cool." said the kit with wide eyes.
"Bluekit, I am not your mother..." Gentlerain had a tear in her eye.
"But..I've been with you...forever..." said the puzzled kit.
"Bluekit, your mother was Firepelt, she died giving birth to you..."
Death was something new to Bluekit. Sure, she had seen dead warriors being burried after a battle, but this sounded different.
"She went to live with StarClan..."
"But Gentlerain, the prophecy?"
"You are to become leader one day, and accept the one with the pelt as fire." replied Gentlerain
"Leader?" gasped Bluekit, the only leader she knew was Mangledstar, and he was powerful, and the cats feared him.
"Yes, my dear kit, you will be known as Bluestar."
Bluekit burried her silver muzzle in Gentlerain's fur, making the queen remember something else.
"And the silver around your face is your mark." she said
"My..mark..." said Bluekit, becoming weary from the excitment.
"You can go to sleep now, my little one..." said Gentlerain
Soon the kit was quietly asleep by Gentlerain's side...