As you guys can see, Nightdapple was a great help in making Thunderclan but you don't have to make a million cats. Nope. Just one, detailed cat will be perfect. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter and as I said before, if you could join my forum, MEOW than I would die from happiness but don't worry. I'll continue to write even after I die. After this chapter you might have to wait for an update because I'm going on vacation but I'll keep on writing during it and when I get back I should have at least one.

I'm not sure if I said this before but I might change your cat a bit but I'll keep the name. If I have to majorly change something I'll ask first. Oh and one last thing in this rather long (for me) author's ramble, please be detailed in your personalities. Sure your cat could be nice and brave but could add a bit more spice to them. If you don't then I get to which means your cats personality could come out completely different. And now the part you've all been waiting for, the story: (Not really. There's a bit more of my meaningless talk)

Oh and ANOTHER note, if you want your cat to be related to anybody or die in the story jsut tell me. And that's all...

Foxstar- Chene

Eaglefeather-Me!

Dovewing- Hawkstar

Hawkstar- Hawkstar

Flutterwing- Nightdapple

Rippleheart- Nightdapple

Lionfang- Nightdapple

Bluepath- Nightdapple

Watersplash- Nightdapple

Tigerfire- Nightdapple

Breezekit- Nightdapple

Mothkit- Nightdapple

Leapkit- Nightdapple

Flightkit- Nightdapple

Nettlenose- Nightdapple

Treetail- Nightdapple

Pinkpaw- Nightdapple

I wished upon a shooting star but I still don't own Warriors.

Thunderclan camp:

A low growl was heard from inside a large rock with a fissure in the middle of a clearing filled with other dens of woven bramble. The growling continued until a pale silver she-cat padded carefully into the crack in the rock. Abruptly the growling stopped but then a muted thump was heard and a pained whimper before the same cat leaped out, blue eyes wide. After her came a ginger coloured tom flew out looking frazzled as he apologized over and over.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so sorry Silverstorm! I was just surprised! I dint mean to kick you in the nose!" he cried, waking up the whole camp.

Silverstorm looked at her leader exasperated, "I'm fine Foxstar. Seriously, relax. I just came because it sounded like something was attacking you."

Foxstar looked as if he was about to apologize again but Silverstorm just turned on her heel and disappeared back inside the warrior den. His tail drooped but perked up again when he heard the dawn patrol enter the camp.

He sat down primly, contemplating what to do that day. Thunderclan freshkill pile was well stocked which meant everyone would be full and content tonight. What he worried about the most was Shadowclan. Their leader was a fair one. No one could argue that Rainstar was not a superb leader but something about her bothered Foxstar. She was being too nice for a Shadowclan cat which meant that they were probably planning something.

Foxstar was alarmed at what he had come up with and decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. Bounding quickly onto the rock, he yowled for the clan, his posture tense.

Cats wandered out from their dens, curious at why their leader had called them for a meeting this early.

Flutterwing poked her head out of the nursery before the rest of her dark gold body followed. Behind her four kits tumbled out, squeaking sleepily.

"Quiet children, the leader calls," she hushed gently as she pushed them back into the nursery before sitting down and wrapping her long tail around her paws.

She watched as Tigerfire, a black tom with gold stripes padded out of the warrior den, his muscles rippling. After him came a dark grey tom with darker stripes and her whiskers twitched as he pretended to pounce upon Nettlenose's tail. Nettlenose turned around and hissed at Rippleheart who just looked innocently up at him. Finally the tom she was waiting for, stumbled out of the den and towards her. The powerful golden tom nuzzled her gently before plonking himself beside her and turning his head as Foxstar let out another ear-splitting yowl.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join underneath the highrock for a clan meeting," he screeched, scanning the crowd to make sure everyone was present.

"Cats of Thunderclan, I have reason to believe that Shadowclan might be plotting an attack against us. We must be on the defensive. From now on I am doubling our patrols. We shall not be unprepared," he declared as he stood proud upon the rock, however he was surprised when Lionfang stood up from beside his mate.

"Foxstar, are you mousebrained?" he spat, "You already doubled patrols because you thought Riverclan was going to invade our territory because they weren't hunting in the river as often. What's the reason this time?"

Tail lashing, Lionfang sat down again as muttering broke out among the clan. Vainly, Foxstar tried to regain their attention before giving up and dismissing them all.

As he leaped off the rock he stalked over to Lionfang and hissed in the golden tom's ear. "I have my reasons. I don't need to share them."

Riverclan Territory:

Eaglefeather dug carefully around the chervil plant, not minding that her paws were getting dirty. Lowering her head into the hole, she grabbed a root with her sharp teeth and bit down before quickly pulling out, the severed root clamped firmly in her jaws.

Turning around, she dropped the root onto a pile of chervil roots and leaves. Deciding that she had gathered enough, Eaglefeather picked up the bundle in her jaws, making a slight face at the earthy taste. She padded back towards camp wishing she had an apprentice when a dark brown tabby barrelled into her, knocking the unexpecting she-cat right off her feet and onto her side.

Luckily she hadn't dropped the bundle of herbs but she had fallen onto the chervil plant, crushing it beneath her. Annoyance flashing in her amber eyes, Eaglefeather whirled on her attacker before taking a step back in surprise.

"Hawkstar?" she mewed in confusion though it ended up being slightly muffled. "What are you doing?"

The tom pranced about in impatience, "Dovewing's kitting! Hurry!"

Eaglefeather blinked at Riverclan's young leader before hurrying towards the camp with Hawkstar close behind. Together they burst into camp where Hawkstar immediately dashed off towards the nursery while Eaglefeather scurried towards her den and quickly dropped the chervil and grabbed two poppy seeds, and a couple of borage leaves.

Once she had collected all she needed into a bundle, she rushed towards the nursery, shouldering Hawkstar aside. When she saw Dovewing she internally sighed, "What was the rush when there was no bleeding or anything remotely life threatening. Seriously."

Without even turning towards Dovewing's concerned mate she flicked her tail and commanded sternly, "Hawkstar, go do something useful before I do something I will regret."

Reluctantly, Hawkstar exited though she could hear him pacing outside, muttering under his breath. Eaglefeather looked over the gasping queen and laid a paw on her heaving flank. Suddenly Eaglefeather felt a ripple under her paw just as Dovewing let out an agonized yowl which almost sent Hawkstar back in.

Pushing the two small black seeds under the queen's snout, Eaglefeather watched as she lapped up the seeds and instantly her she calmed down as she gave a grateful glance at the medicine cat before it was interrupted by another contraction. The contractions came quicker and quicker while Dovewing panted, already exhausted as Eaglefeather chanted encouragements.

Finally with one final push, a small white kit fell out onto the ground. Quickly but gently, Eaglefeather bit the sac containing the kit and began to lick her fur the wrong way. When the kit began to stir and meow in protest, she laid her beside her mother's stomach. Just then, Dovewing yowled once again before collapsing on her side. Another kit, this time a jet black one that was slightly bigger than his sister fell out, already squirming a bit.

Realizing that Dovewing was too worn out to clean her second kit, she tenderly licked him clean and placed him beside his sister who was already suckling.

"Dovewing, you have two fine kits," she murmured.

Eaglefeather chewed up the borage leaves and gave them to Dovewing before padding out of the nursery and almost collided with Hawkstar, Gesturing with her tail, she let her leader enter the den before she strolled over to the fresh kill pile and picked up a plump silver fish.

Carrying the fish over to her den, Eaglefeather took a small bite before chewing thoughtfully. "I wonder what the new kit's name's will be..."