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This is based off of Erin Hunter's "Cats of the Clans" book. These are the cats of Forestclan. Each chapter will be a different cat from Cracking Hearts. All characters that appear belong to my friend unless I state otherwise.

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Cats of Forestclan: Lightningfur

Have you ever wondered what it is like to be cursed? To be looked down upon simply because you are a little too different? To be hissed and spit at just because you spoke? What about to fear your every pawstep, knowing that someone is going to leap out at you, claws unsheathed? Have you ever worried about being left to die by your family? Did you grow up watching your parents love and praise your siblings while ignoring you completely?

For a few, the answer is yes. For many, though, the answer is no. Lightningfur is one of the few who can say that was his life. I see your ears flattening with rage. You're right to do so. For such cats who cause such harm to not deserve love and loyalty. Yet I also see your curiosity. I know what you are thinking. How could such a brave and loyal tom come from such a background? How is it that he lives a life of love? Lightningfur has seen the darkest of hearts. He has faced many threats, heard every insult, but never once let it sink in. That is what makes him so special. Not his body. Not his speed. What makes him special is his heart. He has chosen to ignore what others think of him. Don't misunderstand my words. Lightningfur can be harmed just like anyone else. Words actually hurt him more than claws. The difference is that you will never see him bleed.

Walk the stars for miles but you will never meet a member of his family. Lightningfur was not good enough for his parents. He was not good enough for his ancestors either. The only members of his family you will find come from later in his life. But his family's blood still runs in his veins. Wing and Rain were happy with their two older sons, Thunder and Sneak. Wing is a brown tom with a white chest, stomach, and paws and amber eyes. Rain is a gray she-cat with white flecks, white paws, and green eyes. None of their parents were the majority white. That made Lightningfur stand out in his lineage. Most of his family were dark colored or a light gray. Thunder is a black tom with white stripes and his mother's green eyes. Sneak is a brown tom with a white chest and stomach, black tabby stripes, and golden eyes. They were perfect for blending into the grasses of their home. Lightningfur was the opposite.

Lightningfur was born at the beginning of greenleaf. His siblings were about six moons older than him. He never knew it but his mother almost rejected to feed and care for him. At the time their family needed all the hunters it could get. No one liked him. He was welcomed into the world by hisses and growls. When it was time to eat, he got the last piece of prey. Some days he would get no food at all. Wing trained Thunder and Sneak how to hunt and fight from the moment they were strong enough. Lightningfur could never catch his father's eye unless he did something wrong. His brothers were encouraged to train with him. All the kits were. He was running from his family long before he ever met a bird or fox. Look closely at his pelt and you can still the scars from his brothers' claws. It wasn't long before Lightningfur realized that he was fast…

The fastest runner in his entire family group.

You know only part of the true story of the Twoleg attack. Lightningfur was out hunting when he spotted Twolegs walking through the grass. His blue eyes spot the cages in their hands. His mind races back to when he was secretly listening to the stories the elders were telling. Twolegs would come with these cages, catch cats, and take them away. No one ever sees them again. He had rescued his family from the fire several moons earlier even though the credit went to another cat. Now he was hoping to rescue them again. His raced to camp and sounded the alarm. The cats didn't even look at him. Desperately he told them to run. Then Thunder leaped on him. Sharp claws ripped through shoulders. Sneak came from behind and started clawing at Lightningfur's tail. They told him to shut up. They told him that he wasn't allowed to speak unless directly spoken to. All around them, cats were cheering on Thunder and Sneak, telling them to continue clawing their brother apart. Not one of them sensed the attack coming. Lightningfur spotted one of the Twolegs incoming and rolled, throwing both of his brothers out of the way. It was his speed that allowed him to escape.

The group scattered into the burned grasses. All of them stood out like a black cat sitting in the middle of a sunlit clearing, yowling at the top of its lungs. Lightningfur grabbed one of the elders and pulled her away from a second Twoleg. He remained at the back, racing to the aid of anyone in need. Then he spotted a kit struggling to climb out of a hole. Quickly he grabbed the kit and ran. A root had been unburied by the running cats ahead of them. Lightningfur's paw got stuck and he fell. The kit rolled away. Its mother came back for it. Not once did she look at the cat responsible for her kit's safety. Looking right, Lightningfur saw that his brother Sneak and two other cats were also stuck. Wing, Rain, and Thunder raced to rescue Sneak. Other cats saved the other two. No one gave him a second glance. That was how Lightningfur had been captured by the Twolegs. His family group did blame him for leading the Twolegs to their camp. They blamed him for the fire that ravaged their land. No one was sorry that he had been captured and taken away.

And yes, they still live on the plains. If you ask any of them about the tom known as Lightning, they will look at you blankly. Not even his ancestors remember him.

Despite this kit-hood, despite years under Trenton's command, Lightningfur remains loving and kind. He doesn't want anyone to feel the same pain that he felt. That's why he is so defensive of his kits. The words his brothers' used to say are the reason he hates bad language. He loves his Clan with all of his heart. He loves his personal family even more. Trenton will face an uphill battle as he tries to capture Lightningfur. No, I will not tell you why Trenton is after the Forestclan deputy.

Falconstar made the right choice when he named the white tom his deputy. Falconstar is quiet, watchful, and protective. His deputy is honor-bound, loyal to a fault, courageous and fierce in battle, and determined to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Nightfur chose the best mate out of her options. His kits have one of the best fathers. Lightningfur will go to the ends of the earth for his kits, whether they are of his blood or not. Poor Cloud will never have a chance to know his father in that regard. However, I already know that Lightningfur looks forward to day he gets to hold his first son. He will spend his life in Starclan taking care of the kit who never had a life.

And he will spend the rest of his life on earth making Trenton pay for what he did.

War will come. Past will become future. Pain must turn to blood and rage. With a flash of light and roll of thunder, loyalties will be tested.


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BoneMeal: I need information on Blossomstorm. It doesn't have to be a lot since she is sharing with Tawnysong. This is supposed to give readers further insight to the inner workings of the cats.