Leader- Thinstar- thin-legged pale tabby she-cat
Deputy- Largefoot- big, dark-colored tom
Medicine cat- Crazyeyes- dark brown tom with light gray eyes Apprentice- Frecklepaw
Warriors- Hawkfur- black-gray fur, Apprentice-Stripedpaw
Sandyfur- handsome blond tom
Tawnythorn-tan-brown tom
Redpelt- orange she-cat
Sootstep- long-furred black tom with brown markings
Cloudynight- black she-cat with white markings, apprentice- Yellowpaw
Shorttail- short-legged brown tabby tom, apprentice- Spikepaw
Goldenlash- pretty golden colored she-cat
Rainclaw- black and tan tabby tom
Robinchest- brown she-cat with reddish underbelly
Galewind- dusky brown she-cat
Mistyfur- musty gray she-cat, apprentice-Puddlepaw
Darkbranch- Jet black tom, apprentice-Midnightpaw
Queens- Sunnywing- pretty golden-brown tabby she-cat
Snowpelt- white she-cat
Spottedback- tortoiseshell she-cat
Apprentices- Stripedpaw- brown tabby she-cat
Puddlepaw- brown she-cat with gray paws
Frecklepaw- brown tom with orange flecks
Spikepaw- yellow tom, with brown eyes
Yellowpaw- yellow she-cat with dark blue eyes
Midnightpaw- Blue-black she-cat
Elders- Graystorm- gray tom
Cedarpoppy- reddish-brown tabby she-cat
Owlwing- gray-white she-cat
Brightflower- tortoiseshell she-cat
Tallheart- tall pale tabby tom
Bobtail- Black and brown spotted tom with a tail lost in battles
Chapter 1: TreeClan
A young female tabby walked into her home camp, with a mouthful of prey. She dropped it on a rock in the middle of a big clearing. She could hear comfortable sounds of business and scurrying cat paws. The medicine cat tried to get his apprentice to listen, his mind wandering to another place. Two toms argued about who should go on the afternoon patrol, while a pretty golden-colored she-cat waited impatiently for them, her tail flicking. All this was nothing new to Stripedpaw. She liked the bustling of a hot greenleaf day, when nothing serious was happening, or anything boring.
Stripedpaw!" a voice called out. It was her mentor Hawkfur, a big-hearted, black-gray warrior tom. "Not to nag, but you should get on with cleaning out the elders' old moss, eh?" Stripedpaw sighed, this being her least favorite job.
"Wouldn't you rather me go on hunting patrol?" she asked hopefully. Before he could respond, another young she-cat's voice rang out.
"Yes, we need another couple of cats to go." Hawkfur tried to explain how she just went hunting, but the she-cat and her mentor were persistent. The yellow she-cat, Yellowpaw, looked into Hawkfur's eyes and pleaded with him. This was mostly for Stripedpaw's sake. They had identical dark blue eyes, because they were father and daughter. Yellowpaw's mentor was a black she-cat with white markings, and her name was Cloudynight. Cloudynight was somewhat small, a little shorter and skinnier than the rest, similar the leader of the clan. Another thing the leader and this warrior had in common was the fact that what they didn't have in strength and size they made up for in wits and agility.
After a just a little more reasoning, Stripedpaw was on her way to hunt with Yellowpaw, Cloudynight, and a tom named Sandyfur. Stripedpaw was best friends with Yellowpaw and enjoyed hunting and doing patrols with her. Yellowpaw was a decent hunter and a splendid fighter. She-cats in Stripedpaw's clan were often just as strong as toms.
Stripedpaw thanked StarClan she didn't have to deal with crabby elders. StarClan was the place in the stars where all the cats went after they have passed away. There, they are free to hunt upon the stars and take care of the clans on earth, making sure they carry out the guidelines set before them.
In the distance, Stripedpaw could see a patrol. In it were a fellow apprentice named Spikepaw, his mentor Shorttail, an aloof tom named Tawny-thorn, and a beautiful she-cat named Goldenlash. Stripedpaw was secretly rather fond of Spikepaw, Yellowpaw's brother, and wished they were more than just friends. Spikepaw and Yellowpaw looked very much alike, having identical unusually bright yellow fur. However, Yellowpaw had dark blue eyes and Spikepaw's were deep brown. Plus, the fur on Spikepaw's head stuck up strangely, like spikes. The patrol went by, mewing their hellos to each other. Stripedpaw noticed that Sandyfur and Tawnythorn didn't. "They always seem to fighting about something", thought Stripedpaw. When Spikepaw walked by, she nudged her fresh-kill out so he could see it. Unfortunately, he didn't, and mewed a normal, friendly greeting.
Not letting this affect her hunting, Stripedpaw began tracking the scent of a vole. She crept up on it, not letting too much weight fall on her paws. She was about to before a glimpse of dark yellow-gold fur jumped on it and killed it in an instant.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "That was my catch." The yellow-gold tom, Sandyfur snapped, "You were downwind anyway. He was going to smell you in a second. I could." She always had a problem with this cat. Yellowpaw did, too. She was about to hiss a response, but Cloudynight stepped in. "Sandyfur, don't interfere with others' hunting. Stripedpaw, don't hunt downwind." Stripedpaw walked away, satisfied that Sandyfur was righted. She would go see what Yellowpaw was up to. Maybe she knew someplace to hunt away from annoying, arrogant toms.
Yellowpaw concentrated on scents. She lifted her mouth to bring in more scents clearer. She was up in the trees, her mentor watched closely from below. Hunting in trees was something only TreeClan did, giving it its name. No other clan did this, though some tried. Greedy FlowerClan did, they would try anything to get more food, and territory for that matter. They failed, unable to run after prey in the little space trees offered. TreeClan was used to this, and knew how to carefully move from branch to branch, using tails to quietly shift their weight. This also helped in battles, TreeClan warriors being able to jump from trees and keep their balance longer and easier in trees, making battles with foolish cats that chased them up the trees almost effortless to win.
This tree seemed bare to Yellowpaw. She swiftly climbed back down.
Cloudynight was waiting for her below. "You had to go up a tree to scent the animals? Work on that, you should be able to tell from here if there is prey in the tree or not," Cloudynight said. "It's time to go back to camp. I told Stripedpaw and Sandyfur to go back already."
They ran back together, keeping a quick but relaxed pace.
When they got back to camp, Yellowpaw grabbed a squirrel and strode over to two other apprentices, Frecklepaw and Spikepaw. Spikepaw was her brother and Frecklepaw was the medicine cat's apprentice.
"Where's Stripedpaw?" queried Spikepaw. Yellowpaw wondered for a second why Spikepaw wanted to know where Stripedpaw was. She shook it off though, and told him that she was at the medicine cat's den, getting treated for a thorn in her paw. Frecklepaw finished his pigeon and sat up. "I'll help Crazyeyes. He doesn't know where I put the poultice I made this morning. It helps for thorns." Normally Frecklepaw didn't say much, and rarely said things to cats that weren't close friends, his mentor, or family. He was quiet even to them, though.
Yellowpaw could hear something in the background. They were all gathering to the den where the queens lived. Like some dens, it was a huge, hollowed out tree. Other dens were large groups of thin trees and shrubs with a large empty space in the middle.
People were gathering to see a queen have kits. Shorttail was in front, because he was fathering the kits. Shorttail was a brown tom, and Spikepaw's mentor.
In the den, Spottedback was nuzzling three kits, one dusty brown, one brown tabby, and one tortoiseshell. Cats gathered around saying things like "Beautiful" and "They're so healthy looking". More warriors for the healthy, bustling place that was TreeClan.