AN: I don't really know what happened because my story just messed up... May have accidentally deleted something. I'll look into it and edit it, so I apologize for this. Please R&R c: I attempted to make the lines a bit better but I'm stilling messing around with it.
Edit: Mkay fixed it, this will be the first chapter then, and I'll just rotate around in this order: AirClan, EarthClan, EmberClan, then SerpentClan. I'll try to stick in this order.

CHAPTER 1- AirClan POV

Lightningpelt licked his paw, drawing it over his ear. He padded over to the apprentice's den and pokes his head inside the den. "Yellowpaw!" He whispered, looking at the gold she-

cat. The apprentice stirred, and Lightningpelt let out a sigh. Looking behind him, he saw Cranepaw. "Cranepaw, can you ask Wolfclaw if she wants to take you and Yellowpaw out?"

He asked. Cranepaw looked up and nodded. "Okay!" Lightningpelt looked back inside and prodded Yellowpaw. "Come on Yellowpaw, we're going to go outside and practice battling."

Immediately the apprentice stood up. "You mean we're not going to fix the elders nests again?" She meowed as she stretched and left the den, following Lightningpelt. He saw

Wolfclaw and Cranepaw, assuming that they were already ready to head out. "Ready?" He called, Yellowpaw darting past to talk to Cranepaw. He twitched his ears as he led the way

out. "Okay, where should we head?" He asked. "Let's head that way, near the river," Yellowpaw suggested, flicking her tail south. Lightningpelt nodded. "Sure, let's go." He fell into

step beside Wolfclaw. He twitched his ear, wondering about Vixenstep. Wolfclaw looked at his gaze and nudged him. "Thinking about Vixenstep again?" She murmured. Lightningpelt

nodded. Vixenstep was his sister; her mate had died when he wasn't strong enough to pull through Greencough and the strong snowy winters. "She grieves for him every day and I

feel so bad…" Lightningpelt sighed. Wolfclaw looked at him, "It's not your fault, you couldn't do anything," she began, "and at least he can watch her… from StarClan. Besides, I think

she's moved on." Wolfclaw concluded. Lightningpelt watched Yellowpaw sitting on the bank of the river where they had arrived. She was making sure her shadow was facing away,

as she was prepared to hunt. "Moved on? To who?" He asked, instantly curious. He looked at the she-cat as she shrugged. "No one knows, but Sandfoot insists that the kits aren't

Rainwind's." Lightningpelt narrowed his eyes. "Oh please, everyone knows Sandfoot insists that for everyone. Heck, if you were to have kits then she would insist some stupid tom

like Tawnyclaw from SerpentClan would be the father." He mused. Wolfclaw shrugged once again. "Maybe so, but you know how she feels after having Treefern's kits." Lightningpelt

remembered Treefern. He was a troublesome tom from EmberClan who was the past deputy before dying nobly in battle. "Maybe so, but Sandfoot shouldn't have fell for him." He

muttered. Wolfclaw purred, seemingly amused. "You can't help it if you love someone Lightningpelt." The tom shook his head defiantly. "I don't believe it," He sighed, "loving

someone enough to betray your Clan for them and then having their kits. It just… doesn't… seem right." Wolfclaw gave him a friendly flick of his ear with her tail. "To a cat who

follows the Code it doesn't, but for some it does." Looking back at their apprentices, Lightningpelt noted that Yellowpaw had successfully caught 2 cods, while Cranepaw had hunted

a mouse. "Great, lets take these back to camp." He meowed, picking up one of the fish, and flicking his tail as an order to follow. Dropping their food in the pile, Wolfclaw looked at

Lightningpelt, and stared at his mark. It was a lightning mark in his fur, with a white patch that came from his black fur. Interesting indeed. "So Wolfclaw," he began snapping her

out of her thoughts, "have you met that special tom yet?" He purred with amusement. Wolfclaw's ears burned with embarrassment. They would always tease each other about

finding mates, being denmates when they were kits. "Not yet. How about you?" She asked, licking her paw and drawing it over her ear. Lightningpelt shook his head. "No lucky she-

cat for me." He meowed. He looked over at Ashstar who was speaking with Redfang. Redfang's dark fur glowed menacingly. Lightningpelt knew something was off with the she-cat

since she became a Warrior; she was very violent, always resorting to battles and wars, when even the smallest piece of prey like a mouse-tail was taken from them. She was

noble… but she seemed a bit too noble for the Clan. A violent heroine indeed, Lightningpelt thought. Though the she-cat was scarred and violent, Ashstar saw no harm in appointing

her deputy. Lightningpelt shrugged. Even if she did do something, they would be able to stop her. Thornheart stood in the clearing, looking at Ashstar. The tom was engaged in

thought. One day, he would be there, leader, commanding the Clan to fight for him and taking the forest over. It would take time… he would need to lay low; wait for the Clan to be

in despair, or in a situation where he could shine and show he was the best to be deputy. He was young and strong, like Redfang somewhat, but he wasn't a senior warrior yet.

Though he seemed like one to himself. He glared over at Lightningpelt. First, though, to take care of his plan, he would need to get rid of bystanders like Lightningpelt. They were

pesky and a problem… but Thornheart was sure he could take him. A low moan was heard from the nursery. Immediately, leaves rustled in the medicine cat's den, and Slatebrook

shot out. Blazetooth poked his head inside the nursery and pulled out. "Slatebrook, I think it's time!" He called. Vixenstep let out another groan. "If only Rainwind could be here…."

She sighed as Slatebrook set to work. Lightningpelt padded inside and sat next to her sister, closing his eyes and licking her cheek comfortably. "Don't worry sis." He murmured.

Slatebrook pushed him gently. "Give me some room." He mewed as he prepared to help her.