Here is the first chapter... I'll try to upload once a week. please review!

Chapter 1

The birds were singing as the sun was slowly approaching sunhigh. In ThunderClan's camp, cats were sitting in clusters, beginning to do the daily ritual of sharing tongues. They were discussing about the latest news of the day and enjoying the New-leaf sun after a long and cold No-leaf. In the shadows of the hollow, sat two young cats, one with a white fur and brown tortoiseshell patches and the second also white but with golden patches.

The first one yawned then stretched her back, her belly almost touching the ground. "I'm exhausted! I already did the morning patrol to the ShadowClan border, and soon I'll have to go to a hunting patrol! Cloudwhisker wants to kill me for sure."

"I'm sure your mentor doesn't have that intention at all, Brightpaw." purred the other cat. Brightpaw answer was a snort, which only made her friend purr louder. She then sat back and began washing herself.

"Brightpaw?"

"What is it, Moonpaw?"

"Why do you think that Acornstar has ordered all hunting patrol to hunt along the WindClan border?" she asked

Brightpaw shivered at the mention of Acornstar, ThunderClan's leader. She didn't like the brown tabby tom with ragged ears, sign of his hunger for battle, though he was fairly well liked within the Clan.

"I don't know." she replied. "Did Blackleaf said something about this?" Moonpaw was the apprentice of Blackleaf, ThunderClan's medicine cat, so Brightpaw thought she might have heard something.

Moonpaw shook her head. "No. But I heard that Silverwing was quite unhappy about it."

"These days Silverwing is unhappy with nearly everything that he says and does… so I wouldn't be surprised. I wonder why he made her deputy if they are never able to agree with anything."

"Maybe he wanted to have a different opinion?"

Brightpaw grinned. "He never listens to anyone except himself… He is hopeless."

Moonpaw looked at her with surprise eyes. "You know you shouldn't talk about Acornstar like that. He is still our leader, you know?"

"I know, I know." But she couldn't help it as she knew that he was suspicious. One day, he had brought a kit in the Clan, saying it was a loner's kit he had happened to come across… That kit was Brightpaw herself, and she had been rose with Moonpaw, which she considered as her best friend as well as her little sister. She had no memory of her past, as she was too young to remember. And even now there were still rumors about her. And most importantly there was…

"Brightpaw!" her mentor interrupted her from her thoughts. "Hunting patrol!"

"Coming!" she replied, then turned to Moonpaw. "I got to go."

As she padded up to Cloudwhisker, she heard her sister's meow "Be careful! Don't go into any trouble! I don't want to waste me herbs on you!" Brightpaw stiffened at the comment but continued walking.

Her mentor was waiting for her at the camp's entrance, along with the other members of the hunting patrol. They soon were on their way, heading toward the WindClan's border. Her mentor was in the lead, followed by her and then Breezefur, a smoky grey tom, and Frostleaf, a small white tabby she-cat. The atmosphere was tense, no one spoke. The patrol splat up into two groups: Brightpaw hunted with Cloudwhisker and Frostfur paired up with Breezefur.

Brightpaw concentrated as hard as she could on the mouse in front of her… She already was in the hunter crouch, trying to be as quiet as possible. She lowered her tail just enough so it wouldn't touch the undergrowth and warn the mouse about the danger it was about to face. She advanced slowly, paw after paw, and suddenly made a jump that made her land directly on top of the mouse. Unfortunately, before she could kill it with a bite, it made a loud squeal.

"Not a bad catch, Brightpaw!" meowed the cat who had stayed hidden a couple of foxtails away.

"Thank you Cloudwhisker!" she replied.

"But remember, I told you already that you shouldn't let your prey make any noise before you kill it." he told her, with a flick of his tail showing his annoyance. "Now all the preys around here have gone in their burrows. I guess we can go back to meet the others after picking the fresh-kill."

"I'm sorry…" she murmured. She quickly washed off some dirt from her white fur with brown tortoiseshell patches, then picked up the mouse and followed her mentor. They dug up a rabbit, a squirrel and another mouse they had caught earlier.

"Why did I go over the trouble of washing myself!? I'm all covered in dirt again." she complained, forgetting where she was.

"Don't be so loud, there may be some WindClan cats nearby." hissed Cloudwhisker.

"Indeed there are!" mewed a cat from behind them. Cloudwhisker and Brightpaw turned around and found themselves facing a WindClan patrol. At its lead was Poppyflower, a senior warrior, followed by Sunnyberry, Molefur and an apprentice older than her.

"We haven't crossed your border!" exclaimed Brightpaw, feeling uneasy with so many enemy cats facing them. Cloudwhisker flicked his tail of her mouth to tell her not to speak and took two steps forwards. The WindClan cats were glaring at them with angry eyes as Poppyflower spoke.

"We know, there are not any scent trails into our territory. But we have to make sure you do not cross the border when we leave, after all, ThunderClan seems to have made of habit of hunting in these parts of the forest."

"Then there is no problem, isn't it?" pointed out Cloudwhisker "After all, like you said we like hunting in these parts of our forest, which of course, stops at the border."

Molefur opened his mouth then closed it, letting Poppyflower reply. But as she began she was cut off by Breezefur and Frostleaf who arrived. Both of them immediately took position beside Cloudwhisker. The atmosphere got even tenser. The WindClan cats hissed at Breezefur, their fur rising on their shoulders, while Poppyflower spat: "You!" The apprentice was the only one who seemed to have remain calm, though deep anger and even hatred could be seen in his blue eyes, directed at the ThunderClan cats, but most of it at Breezefur.

"We have had a good hunt, thanks StarClan." mewed Cloudwhiker. "So I believe it's time to go back to the camp."

Brightpaw picked up the two mice then followed her mentor, still feeling the WindClan warriors gaze on her and the patrol. She looked at Breezefur and saw he had his tail and head low, with a look of sadness on his face. Then she remembered. She had heard about Breezefur and a WindClan warrior who had fallen in love with each other, shortly before she came to ThunderClan.… The two Clans had come to learn about this forbidden love when the WindClan she-cat had had kits. Brightpaw had never heard the end of the story, because it was always a subject everyone avoided talking about.

The patrol quickly arrived to camp, though dusk was already beginning to come. Cloudwhisker told her that her duty where finished so she could go eat some fresh-kill. She searched for Moonpaw, hoping to share a squirrel with her, but the medicine cat apprentice was nowhere to be found. Maybe she had gone to collect some herbs. Brightpaw finally chose to eat the mouse she had caught earlier. She settled down alone near the high walls of the hollow to have a good view of the Clan.

Nutpaw and Grasspaw, the only other apprentices from ThunderClan, were sharing a vole, while their mother, Silverwing, was eating with her mate, Scarletflame. The two older apprentices, especially Nutpaw, loved to boast about being the deputy's kits. The elders, Stormfall and Littlepetal, were enjoying the last moments of sunshine, while near them, were playing Berrykit, Ivykit and Fernkit. Their parents, Nightflower and Cloudwhisker, were sitting together, keeping an eye on the troublemakers kits.

Brightpaw yawned, then took another bite from her mouse. She was exhausted, especially when she thought about the night that was about to come. She would hardly get a good moment of sleep… As she looked up, she saw Acornstar emerging from his den. He sat dawn on the high ledge after stretching and then he sat and watched the Clan. And then his gaze met hers. She wanted to look away but she knew she couldn't, she didn't want any more trouble. Just as she thought she couldn't handle a heartbeat longer his piercing amber eyes, Moonpaw appeared.

"Sorry!" she mewed "Blackleaf realized we didn't have any more marigold. I had to go pick some."

"No problem." Brightpaw yawned.

"How was the hunting patrol? I overheard Frostleaf talking to Featherstorm. You met WindClan cats, right?"

"Yes." she replied "a whole patrol. WindClan seems to be suspicious about our new favorite hunting spot."

Moonpaw took a bite of the mouse, then asked: "Can I? I think I'm starving!" Brightpaw let her lie down next to her. "Oh and go ahead, continue."

"Well… when Breezefur appeared, I'd never seen WindClan so angry."

"Breezefur?" repeted Moonpaw, she thought for her couple of heartbeats. "Oh yes! That story…"

"Poor Breezefur seemed so sad on our way back to the camp!"

Moonpaw shooked her head. "I guess nothing good comes out of forbidden loves…"

Brightpaw looked at her sister. Was she regretting to have chosen the path of a medicine cat? After all, they were not allowed to have mates. It was one of the most important rule from their code.

"Don't worry! I don't need a mate!" mewed Moonpaw, echoing her thoughts. "I'm only in love with my medicine cat duties!"

Brightpaw let a sigh of relief. She knew how much being a medicine cat meant for her friend, especially after Stormkit's death. He had been Moonpaw's brother but he had died during No-leaf, in an outbreak of greencough. She yawned again.

"You should really get some sleep." advised Moonpaw "You keep yawning, you know? You are going to fall asleep here!"

"I guess you are right." Brightpaw got up "Sleep well, Moonpaw."

"I should be the one saying that!" she purred.

She made her way to the apprentice den, but she was stopped by Snowheart at the entrance.

"You still got some dirt on your beautiful fur!" she scolded "You have to be careful, I can't always be around." She began grooming Brightpaw, not minding the apprentice's complains. Snowheart was Moonpaw's mother, she was the one who took care of Brightpaw when she had been a kit.

"Thanks." she mewed.

"Be sure you wake up at dawn tomorrow." Snowheart told her before letting her enter "You are on the dawn patrol with me, Rosepool and Featherstorm."

Great, just what I needed! thought Brightpaw, while closing her eyes. Before falling asleep, she heard her denmates settling down themselves. She rose her head and murmured: "Can you be a little more silent, please?" Nutpaw looked at her and did as if he hadn't heard, imitated by his brother. She sighed and then put her tail over her nose and finally drifted into sleep, thinking of how busy the night was going to be.