Inspired by the Warriors books by Erin Hunter. damn those rock.
NOTE: I started writing this after the book iWarriors: The New Prophecy: Starlight/i so don't blame me if its off a little bit . ITS FICTION! abviusly...
--Prologue--
"Who's kits are these?" Onestar demanded his eyes wide as he gazed down at the three bundles of fur, whining pitifully at his paws.
"I told you I don't know," Crowfeather's tail twitched feverishly, "I found them in the small forest on the edge of our territory. They must have been abandoned by a rogue."
A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed shortly by a rumbling of thunder. All around them, the cats of WindClan were giving him suspicious looks, none of them seemed glad to welcome the starving kittens. Crowfeather's mother and deputy, Ashfoot, seemed to be the only one who was looking more curious rather than hostile. For a heartbeat Crowfeather was afraid Onestar would order him to get rid of the kits and then punish him for ever bringing them here, but instead the great Clanleader sighed and closed his eyes for a long moment, as if he was thinking about it to himself.
Meanwhile, the kits cried louder, shivering in the cold rain that caused their fur to cling to their skin uncomfortably. They were very young, probably newborn, and would need to get to a shelter with fresh milk to drink before it was too late.
"Please, Onestar," Crowfeather heard his mother speak up for him for the first time since he brought the three kits into the WindClan camp, "These kits need a warm nest to sleep in, and a mother to give them milk. If we keep them out here any longer they might die!" Ashfoot meowed, putting Crowfeather's thoughts into words.
Onestar opened his eyes at last and gazed down at the kits, a soft look in his eyes. "Fine," he said at last, "Bring them into the nursery," He ordered Crowfeather and with a flick of his tail he added, "And tomorrow I'll give my decision."
"You're not really going to allow a bunch of rogues to join our clan, are you?" One of the warriors from the crowd hissed in disgust. Crowfeather unsheathed his claws and sank them into the ground, forcing himself to hold back. Onestar turned to face the warrior instead.
"I already told you," He hissed through clenched teeth, "tomorrow" He gave Crowfeather a final glare before padding away.
Crowfeather watched as his leader was swallowed up by the entrance to his den, leaving the grey warrior there to deal with the kits. Already, the crowd of WindClan warriors was breaking up except for a few that stayed behind a little longer, shaking their heads at Crowfeather and the three helpless kits. In no time, however, most of the camp seemed empty with everyone hidden away in their dens. None of the cats wanted to be left out in the rain, even if the rogue kittens had aroused some of them.
Crowfeather bent his head to pick up each of the tiny mewling kits in his mouth and bring them into the warm shelter of the nursery. As he carried them, one by one, he only hoped that the rain would wash away the scent that clung to their fur; the scent that flooded over him as he lifted each of the kits up; the scent of Thunderclan.