"Rogue!" Wailed Lilykit. Lilykit and Beetlekit were Oceanbreeze's kits. Their mother had died after their kitting, after losing so much blood—she was too young.
"Calm down, little ones." Meowed Driftflame. "Crowstar, we found this rogue on our territory."
Skywing stared at the rogue, thought she didn't look like one. She was very pretty, with blue eyes and a gorgeous silver-gray pelt.
"My name is Moon," She mewed shyly, "I come from BloodClan. My friend told me about the clans, and I want to join you."
"What?" Crowstar exclaimed. "Why did you leave?"
Moon straightened her gaze. "The only kin I knew was my father, but he was killed by BloodClan and they forced me to join. There was a cat named Bramble who took a—well—intense interest in me. He was Shred—the leader's—son and he forced me to be his mate. I spent three terrible moons with that, that, dung-face!"
"And you are not carrying his kits?" Crowstar asked.
"No." Moon meowed proudly. "I refused."
"Come ooooon, Crowstar. Let her join." Leaftuft purred, his gaze still stuck on the rogue.
"It doesn't seem like a lie." Driftflame started.
The leader rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, but Moon needs a warrior name. Any ideas?"
The suggestions were similar. Moonbreeze, Moonecho, they were countless. Finally, Crowstar silenced them.
"Moon, you shall now be known as…" Everyone leaned in and Moon laughed.
"…Moonpetal." A few cats cheered her name as Crowstar went on. "I also need a mentor for her. Yes, Darkstorm could do it."
Uh oh…giving Darkstorm charge of a she-cat could only mean…trouble.
He had really just been a half-brother. When his mother Rosewish was on a hunting patrol with Driftflame, he tied her to a tree and had his fun, and that produced Darkstorm. That was why Rosewish, Skywing, and his father Smokefoot had always hated him for impregnating her and denying it.