Cinderheart
A dark tabby tom with massive shoulders was walking with a gray she-cat and a golden tabby tom with amber eyes. They were hunting. Suddenly the she-cat stopped and dropped into a hunting crouch. She had spotted a squirrel. The she-cat stalked towards the squirrel and was just about to catch it when a young cat pounced and caught it with a swift bite. He didn't look like any cat she knew. The cat was young, probably just a kit, with a brown pelt, a light brown underbelly and tiger-like stripes. His amber eyes glowed with his catch and he ran off. The she-cat immediately stood up and signaled to her Clanmates with her tail.
"What is it, Cinderheart," the brown tabby asked, "Did you lose your catch?"
"No, a rogue caught it," Cinderheart growled.
"What," the tom hissed.
"Are you sure," the golden tabby hissed.
"Come on," Cinderheart growled, "Let's go chase the rogue away."
Then the three cats took off after the rogue. They ran until they saw the rogue walking slowly towards an old badger set. The three fully grown cats crouched and a clump of herbs to mask their scents. Suddenly, a different cat walked out of a patch of overgrown grass. He was walking backwards dragging a rabbit bigger than he was. This cat was black with a dark green stripe going down his back. He looked at the brown cat and nodded. Both cats sat down and yowled out a greeting. Suddenly four other cats ran out of the set. One was a she-cat with a dark purple pelt with a white chest, tail-tip, and a white eye. She had violet eyes. Another was a black tom with weird white markings around his deep blue eyes. The third was a ginger she-cat with a red stripe on her back. The last one was a brown she-cat with black tipped ears and tail. Cinderheart realized that the rogues were barely even old enough to be out of the nursery. The two toms that brought back the fresh-kill had to be the oldest. Cinderheart looked at the brown tabby tom to see what he would do. The brown cat didn't get a chance because the cat with the green stripe turned around and hissed at the Clan cats' hiding place. Cinderheart blinked and watched as the brown tabby and the golden tabby stood up and she stood up. The two that brought back the food glared at the full grown cats with no fear. The others ran back into the set, with the exception of the brown and black she-cat.
"What are you doing on Thunderclan territory," the brown cat asked.
"Living," the brown kit snarled.
"You can't live here," the golden tabby hissed.
"Be quiet, Lionblaze," Cinderheart meowed.
"Who are you," the black kit asked.
"My name is Brambleclaw, the gray she-cat is Cinderheart, and the golden tabby is Lionblaze," Brambleclaw explained, "What are your names?"
"We don't have names, we only know our age, if that helps," the she-kit squeaked.
The Clan cats looked at each other and nodded. "Do you want to come and live with us," Cinderheart meowed, in a weird motherly tone of voice.
The three kits nodded eagerly. The black kit and the brown kit picked up their kills, while the she-kit ran off to get their friends. Immediately, the other three kits ran out with the she-kit behind them. Brambleclaw picked up the dark purple she-kit, Cinderheart picked up the ginger she-kit, and Lionblaze picked up the black tom. The other three kits ran behind the warriors. Soon the cats reached the entrance to the Thunderclan camp. Brambleclaw went in first and Lionblaze went second. Cinderheart waited for the other kits to race ahead through the entrance. She went in last. Cinderheart watched everyone rush out of their dens to see the kits. Even Mousefur rushed out of the elder's den to see. The kit Cinderheart was carrying was starting to get restless. She was squirming around, trying to get free. Soon, an orange cat jumped up on a high rock.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highledge for a Clan Meeting," he yowled, but it was unnecessary because the cats were already there to see what their leader will do, "Brambleclaw, what have you brought to our Clan."
"Firestar," Brambleclaw began, "We found these kits during our hunting patrol. The brown tom had caught a squirrel Cinderheart was going to catch. We followed him to an abandoned badger set. There, we saw the other five kits. They were all alone and were fending for themselves."
"What do you mean, they were fending for themselves," Firestar asked.
"That is exactly what he meant," The black and green kit growled, "I was abandoned when I was 1 moon old. I found this big lump of fur when I was two moons and the others a couple sunrises ago."
Firestar blinked in surprise at the kit's fierceness. "How old are you?"
"Three moons, I'm older than the others. I meet the brown tom when he was two moons old, the brown she-kit when she was two moons old, and the others when they were one moon old. Matter of fact, they are that old."
The cats, especially Cinderheart, gasped when they heard what the young cat said. Cinderheart padded forward and gave each of the kits a lick between their ears. The dark purple she-kit purred and licked Cinderheart's muzzle. Cinderheart smiled and sat down behind the she-kit. Firestar looked at Cinderheart for a few heartbeats then meowed, "I have decided to let these kits stay in Thunderclan. The black and green kit will be Nightkit; the brown kit will be Rockkit; the dark purple kit will be Ravenkit; the black kit will be Robinkit; the ginger kit will be Squirrelkit," Squirrelflight pricked her ears at this, "And the brown tabby will be Tigerkit." Every cat looked at each other, nervously, remembering what the last cat with the name 'Tiger' did. Brambleclaw flattened his ears as he remembered what his father, Tigerstar, did. He caused the death of a Thunderclan deputy named Redtail, made a Thunderclan apprentice that Firestar mentored get hit by a monster and be forced to become a medicine cat, caused the Clan's highly valued leader, Bluestar, to lose her faith in Starclan, brought a pack of bloodthirsty dogs to the Clan, and brought a new Clan known as Bloodclan to the forest. Brambleclaw looked at Tigerkit, hoping he wouldn't be like his father. That was when he saw the brown tabby shivering. Tigerkit was scared. Brambleclaw stood up from where he was sitting and walked toward the two moon old kit. He sat down behind the kit and licked him between his ears. Tigerkit looked at Brambleclaw and backed in between his paws. Cinderheart was amazed at how nice the Thunderclan deputy was being. Firestar dismissed the Clan with a flick of his tail and he jumped down next to the six new kits. Cinderheart didn't move from behind Ravenkit and Brambleclaw didn't move from behind Tigerkit. Cinderheart watched as Firestar walked to Nightkit. The small tom looked at the older and bigger cat walked closer. Nightkit stood up and walked over to the flame-colored cat. When they were face-to-face, the two toms stopped. Firestar lowered his head and Nightkit raised his. Their noses met and their eyes widened. Cinderheart watched as Nightkit backed away and ran towards the nursery. (How he knew where it was is a mystery.) Firestar ran to the leader's den. Tigerkit turned around and touched his nose to Brambleclaw's. Their eyes widen and they ran to their dens. Squirrelkit walked over Squirrelflight and touched noses with her. Their eyes widened and they ran off to their dens. Cinderheart was confused by the time Rockkit walked over to Lionblaze and Robinkit went to the blind gray tom known as Jayfeather. When Ravenkit turned around and touched her nose to Cinderheart's, the gray she-cat felt a weird sensation, like she was tired, yet full of energy. Cinderheart's paws then ran towards her nest in the warrior's den. She immediately curled up and fell asleep.