Meh. I HATE short chapters. Nothing really much that I CAN do about it, though; as I said before, I WILL NOT CHANGE THIS STORY. Got it? Good. :) Enjoy this chapter! 3 :3

CHAPTER 1

Sandkit

Sandkit lay down in the nursery and listened as her mother spoke of the previous Clan before SunClan.

"Their name was ThunderClan. They had a wise leader, and his name was Firestar. He was the greatest leader the forest would ever see. Then, one moon, 3 kits were born. Their parents were Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw, and their names were Hollypaw, Jaypaw and Lionpaw. It was said that they had the power of the stars in their paws. And so they did. When Hollypaw and Lionpaw got their warrior names, Hollyfrost and Liontail, they went around the lake, taking any cats who wanted to form new Clans. Then, with all their new cats, they traveled around the lake. It had been a good year. Each of the warrior, elder and queen she-cats had kits and so they were able to bring a lot of kits on their journey. I am descended from Breezeclaw and Hollyfrost; my siblings are Amberleaf, Pulltail and Brownpine; and you are my kit. Your brother and sisters are in other Clans. Anyway, back to the story. At least one kit came from each litter. In fact, many of the cats we see here in this Clan today were descended from other cats," Whiteflower finished.

"More! More!" Sandkit mewled.

"No, it's time for bed, dear one," Whiteflower soothed.

All right, but I'm not happy about it! Sandkit thought as she fell asleep for a nap.

***

A little bit later, when Sandkit woke up, it was sunhigh. She stretched and yawned, then went outside to play. Palekit, one of Dawnwing's kits, and Swallowkit, one of Greenfrost's kits, were already out there.

"Hey, Sandkit!" Palekit yowled. "How are you doing this sunhigh?"

"Oh, me? I'm doing just fine. I'm hungry," Sandkit meowed.

"Well, a hunting patrol is due to get back soon," Swallowkit mewed. "I just hope they bring fresh prey!" She twitched her ears in disgust at the fresh-kill pile, and Sandkit nodded and understood. There was a small, stale thrush and a rotten vole.

"Well, what will we do until then?" Sandkit asked her friends.

"I don't know. I'll go see if the others have any ideas." Swallowkit scuttled into the nursery.

"Okay, well, while we wait, let's chase that butterfly over there!" Sandkit mewed excitedly, and leaped after it. Palekit followed her and leaped up.

Foxkit, Hedgekit, Snowkit and Bluekit tumbled out of the nursery after Swallowkit a few moments later.

"Okay, guys, any ideas?" Palekit demanded.

"Why don't we go to the pond at the edge of the territory?" Snowkit suggested, her white fur fluffing up excitedly.

"Okay!" Sandkit agreed, and the seven kits ran out of the entrance to the pond.

When they got there, it had started to rain. Dark blue clouds were covering the sky, and there was a tinge of green in several places around the sky. The wind had dropped and the rainstorm continued.

Swallowkit looked around uneasily as the other kits, Sandkit included, played in the pond.

"Uh, guys…." she whimpered. "I don't like this. I see a-"

"Swallowkit, you see signs in everything," Hedgekit snapped. "Nothing is wrong! Now stop worrying. I mean, what could possibly happen on a day like this?"

His question was answered by the wind suddenly picking up. The seven kits gazed out over the moorland – they were right on the border – and stared in shocked surprise as a funnel starting coming out of a weird green cloud.

"It's a tornado, and it's just as I feared!" Swallowkit wailed. "Run!"

The seven kits raced back into the forest without a backwards glance. But silently Sandkit wondered about her brother, Runningkit, and if he was okay.

"Oh, Runningkit," she murmured silently, too low for any cat to hear anyway, "Please be safe!"