Introducing WaveClan! :3

I was about to publish this chappie last night when mums internet failed on me. So if your going to blame something blame by mums crap internet!

Anyway read and review as always guys!

Disclaimer: Galesong belongs to Mossshine of the Stars. Thanks for her name Mossy! Its so pretty!

~/Rushing winds, churning waves, diving gulls. Cats of silver, blue and black. We are the cats of WaveClan so proud and fierce\~

Leader: Silverstar: Lithe silver tabby she-cat with black spots.

Deputy: Willowbreeze: Tortoiseshell she-cat with creamy paws

Medicine Cat: Fishleap: Blue-silver tabby tom with gray underbelly and chest.

Warriors:

Rainclaw: Dark blue-gray tabby tom.

Lightfeather: Light fawn calico she-cat with darker paws, tail tip and muzzle.

Stonefrost: Gray-blue tom.

Sandpelt: Yellow she-cat with black ear tips.

Waterblossom: Blue she-cat with a gray plumy tail.

Nightfall: Black tom with white splashes.

Mistypool: Fuzzy white she-cat with a tinge of gray.

Rockclaw: Dark gray tom with black flecks.

Wetfur: Light blue tom with fur that sticks up giving the illusion its wet.

Seabird: Dark blue she-cat with silver stripes on her belly.

Rushwing: Silvery gray tabby she-cat with lighter belly fur.

Stormtail: Light gray tabby tom with white tail tip.

Darkstream: Dark brown tabby tom.

Galesong: A beautiful silver tabby she-cat with blue-gray markings. (Mossshine of the Stars)

Apprentices:

Minnowpaw: Slim fluffy gray she-cat with a single white paw.

Blossompaw: Dusty red she-cat with black stripes.

Queens:

Gustfeather: Long-haired fluffy white she-cat. Mother of Rainclaw's kit; Spraykit.

Songbird: Silver she-cat with lighter underbelly. Pregnant with Nightfall's kits.

Elders:

Minnowstream: Elderly black and white she-cat covered in scars.

The lulling sound of waves pounding against the hard rocks thundered in the air. A cool ocean breeze that smelt of salt and water blew over the camp made out of the thickest gorse. Stars glittered in the clear sky but they were not the stars a leader would ask for advice. No they were the stars that belonged to the Dark Forest. They didn't glow as brightly as the stars of StarClan once did.

A lone figure sat in the middle of camp, her eyes raised to the starry expanse above her head. The pale moonlight washed down her silver striped fur, turning her into a warrior of glistening stars. But not even that thought could wrestle the silver she-cats mind away from the troubles that would befall the next day.

A poem came to her mind. One her mother had once said in a voice so proud and strong.

Look to the stars that shine so bright

Look to the sun that glows so brilliant

Look to the moon that glitters like silver

Look to the ground that glints with dew

And last of all look into your heart

For their the stars, the sun, the moon and the dew

Come together as one

Shining like the morning star

On a silent leaf bare morning

Tears pricked at her eyes as she recalled her mother's sweet voice and smell. Yet all the cat could recall was the nightmare from which she was ripped from her mother from a battle field that ran red with blood.

The last words her mother spoke to her echoed through her mind.

"Never forget from whom you came. You are the river that runs like the wind, roars like the thunder and glides like the shadows."

She could never quiet remember what her mother meant but the words remained stuck in her heart.

"Silverstar can I have a word?" a quiet voice like the trill of a snow white dove brought Silverstar back from her nightmare.

"Yes. What is it Songbird?"

Songbird shuffled forward a few steps, "I fear for my family."

"Don't we all?" Silverstar swung her head to face her sister. They looked so much alike but they were so different. Songbird chose her mate over the chance to rule the Clan. It was a choice Silverstar could never quite understand. The leader sighed at her sister's sad look, "You know there is nothing I can do about tomorrow sister."

"I wish there was. I don't want to bring my kits into a world where becoming an elder is rarer than a blue moon."

Silverstar purred at her sister's sharp tongue and butted her on the shoulder gently, "I promise to train them extra hard. Just for you."

"Thank you sister but I'm afraid that is not enough. Have you heard the news?" Songbird lowered her sparkling green gaze.

"What news?"

"RisingClan have a new warrior. One they say was blessed by death himself," Songbird replied, her voice rising and falling like a gentle wave.

Silverstar was silent for a few moments as she mulled over this news, "Does this super warrior have a name?" Her tone was mocking and full of sarcasm.

"We weren't told the cat's name. Only that she would bring great power to their Clan."

Silverstar shook her head in disbelief. Warriors blessed by death himself? Yeah right. Yet something seemed strange about this new revelation. Something Silverstar feared would bring even greater suffering. "You should go to your nest, you look tired,"

Songbird nodded and stifled a yawn, "Goodnight sister. May our ancestors smile on us tomorrow."

The silver leader watched as her sister padded into a small den, leaving a piece of silver fur on a thorn that protruded from the gorse. A sudden burst of light alarmed Silverstar and she turned her head once more to the skies.

Her eyes widened in amazement as she watched a single star fall from its place among the night sky. "A falling star," she murmured, "Very befitting for a time like this."

The star continued to blaze a trail until it vanished behind the mountains that stood beyond the territory of PheonixClan.

With wonder still shining in her eyes, Silverstar slipped away to her den for a sleep filled with dreams of falling stars.

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Cats sat in tidy rows before the stump where the leader sat. However today its spot was taken by mottled gray tom with uneven spiky fur. His amber eyes searched out every cat and set their hearts pounding with fear. Silverstar watched from the mouth of her den as the caller began to speak.

"You are gathered here today to witness the naming of WaveClan's contestants! Two names of two cats who sit here in this very crowd were given to me before I left and I now sit before you to tell you the lucky names of those two cats."

Silverstar growled quietly at his sneering tone. The death of two innocent cats was nothing to joke about.

"The cats chosen to represent WaveClan as contestants in the Game of Blood are," he paused slightly before continuing, "Galesong and Nightfall."

Songbirds anguished wail echoed throughout the camp as her mate stood beside her like a rigid rock. "Why must they have chosen you Nightfall!" she wailed. Silverstar dashed over to her sister's side and pried her sharp claws from Nightfall's pelt.

"You must stay strong Songbird," Silverstar whispered urgently into her sister's ear. Songbird fell silent as a tear slid down her face.

Nightfall padded stiffly to the front with Galesong at his side. The pretty silver she-cat was shaking so much that her blue-gray patches were nothing but a blur.

The caller waited for them his dark gray tail twitching impatiently, "I would like to welcome our contestants. They have made a brave sacrifice."

No cat said a word. The Clan knew it was a lie. It wasn't a sacrifice. It was an un-just slaughtering.

Nightfall finally found his voice, "It's not a sacrifice by choice Thistleclaw. It's a sacrifice by force."

"I couldn't care less how you look at it Nightfall. All I care about is you giving the High Stars a good show," Thistleclaw growled. "Galesong. Daughter of Minnowstream and Toadfur. Mate unknown. Snakepaw is your deceased kit."

She nodded her head as tears pricked her eyes. At least her kit would suffer no more.

"Do you accept your position as a contestant of the Game of Blood?"

Galesong shuddered as the words left her mouth, "I do."

"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant!" Thistleclaw's face twisted into an evil smirk as he unsheathed his sharp claws. Silverstar watched sadly as Thistleclaw raked his claws down deep through Galesong's beautiful pelt, marring her forever by a set of matching scars.

Blood seeped through Galesong's long fur, dripping off the ends and onto the ground before her paws. They formed a perfect circle of blood. A voice made of green leaf winds whispered in her ear.

"Beware the moon that drips with blood." Then the voice was gone and instead Thistleclaw was standing before Nightfall with cold amber eyes.

"Nightfall. Son of Seastar and Wolfsong. Songbird is your mate. No kits as of yet. Do you Nightfall of WaveClan, accept your position as a contestant in the Game of Blood?"

Nightfall stared back at Thistleclaw with equally cold sea blue eyes, "I do."

"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant." Thistleclaw brought his claws down, tearing through Nightfall's skin, going deeper than he had with Galesong. Blood poured from the wound as Nightfall clenched his teeth in a pain filled grimace. He watched as his blood made a circle of red in front of his paws. The voice of green leaf winds tumbled through his head.

"Beware the moon that drips with blood."

"You may say goodbye to your Clan mates now contestants," Thistleclaw growled as he stalked over to a shadowy part of the camp. Songbird broke away from Silverstar's grip and raced across to Nightfall, tears falling from her liquid green eyes. Nightfall trembled slightly as Songbird dug her muzzle deep into his fur.

"Take care of our kits my sweet," he whispered.

Songbird looked at him, "But you're going to come home. Right?"

"I will do my best but I cannot promise anything."

Galesong was talking with Minnowstream, blood still dripping from her fur. The silver she-cat touched noses with her mother for what would most likely be the last time.

A bolt of lightning lit up the darkening sky. The signal to leave.

Thistleclaw yowled loudly, summoning the contestants to him. "Let's go," he muttered, "Tigerstar is waiting"

Songbird watched sadly from her spot beside Silverstar as a bolt of lightning obscured her mate from view. Then the bolt was gone and so was her mate.