So... this is Chapter One.
Tigerstar: Big deal!
Cinderstar: Grr...I'm getting fed up with you! And stop appearing in my Fanfic!
Tigerstar: But I can!
Cinderstar: Leave before I let Heather take care of you!
(Heather is a 5 moon-old kit that is very...aggressive.)
Tigerstar: AH! Goodbye!
Cinderstar: After him.
Heather: My pleasure.
Snowstar: We still don't own Warriors. Just Cinderstar, Snowstar, and Heather.
Heather: I ain't owned by anyone!
Snowstar: Keep thinking that, honey.
Brighttail sweeped her eyes over her kits. "Now, I want you to behave when you meet the clan, okay?"
Her kits chorused, "okay!" and scampered out of the nursery and out to the clearing.
Brighttail sighed. "How can I deal with all of you," she murmured, "only Starclan knows."
Lilykit turned around. "I heard that!" Then she raced after her siblings.
By the warrior's den was a large stump they usually ate at. When no warriors were there it turned into the kit's play stump.
Firekit, the biggest, got there first as yowled, "I win!" and jumped onto the stump. "Gather around, Thunderclan, for a clan meeting to hear what the great leader Firestar has to say!"
Jumpkit frowned. "That isn't fair!" he huffed. "You're the largest so you always get to be leader! I want to be leader for once!"
Firekit grinned. "'Jumpstar'? What kind of name is that? Firestar sounds much better. A star so hot its on fire!"
Lilykit sniggered. "Your too self conceited to listen to others Firekit," she chided.
Firekit's smile vanished as he leaped onto Lilykit and the two disappeared into a tiny know of fur.
"Get off of me!" Lilykit managed to drag herself away from Firekit and the red kit glared at her.
"I'll beat you next time," he vowed.
Lilykit shuddered- Firekit could beat her most of the time. And now that she had made him look weak he would stop at nothing to get back at her!
"Anyway, it's time to chose a new deputy!" Firekit yelled. He looked down at the few kits spread below him- Lilykit, Jumpkit, Gracekit, Amberkit, and Hopkit. Lilykit was a tiny brown and white she-kit, Jumpkit was a brown tom, Gracekit was a long legged calico, Amberkit was orange and delicate she-kit, Hopkit was a big brown and black tabby tom, and Firekit was a red fiery tom. Three she-cats and three toms.
Firekit paused. "I choose... Hopkit!" and the tabby kit jumped in surprise. "What- me?" he asked.
"Of course, mouse brain!" Firekit chuckled. "You are the next strongest and biggest!"
Lilykit narrowed her eyes. How dare Firekit chose on size and strength rather than speed and skill! He was one to speak himself- a big huge mouse brain he was. Lilykit decided that when she was an apprentice she would stop at nothing but to beat him every time they faced.
"Well, I thought you should have chosen Gracekit- she is the prettiest and smartest," Hopkit reasoned, which made Lilykit even madder. "That isn't fair at all!" she protested. Jumpkit nodded. "I can't believe you would choose like that!"
Firekit and Hopkit leaned over the two other kits and growled. They were about to attack when they were pushed to the side by Amberkit and Gracekit. "Stop it!" the two yowled at the same time.
Lilykit purred. "Thanks Gracekit and Amberkit!"
Amberkit nodded. "Anytime!"
"But what Hopkit said is true. I am the most pretty!" Gracekit giggled.
Lilykit rolled her eyes. "In your dreams! Everyone knows I am!" Gracekit gave a pretend angry look at bowled her over. The two were still tussling when a patrol of cats rushed into camp.
Lilykit broke apart from her sister and looked at the three cats. Jaggedfur, Slowwing, and Fuzzypaw still bore the marks of the war that elders and queens whispered to the kits. Apparently it went on forever, starting when Fuzzypaw and his siblings were kits. Now they were almost warriors. No one knew how it had happened or started, but all four clans suffered badly and there where halves of clans wiped out completely. Brighttail said a lot died, including the great Thunderclan leader Scorchstar. But now they had a new leader. His name was Yellowstar and he was the best leader ever! … or at least Lilykit thought.
Yellowstar was right now resting on the Highledge by his den, but bounded down when he saw the patrol of cats heaving for breath.
"Its Windclan- they invaded!" Slowwing gasped.
"Where is Heatherfang? Wasn't she supposed to be with you?"
The patrol exchanged looks and Jaggedfur explained, "She is trying to stall them with words so we can get a patrol out. We need to hurry!"
Yellowstar nodded and rushed to the Highledge. "All warriors and apprentices come here! Now!" he barked.
Brighttail, Robinpaw, Mudwing, Whitepelt, and Thornpaw raced to the Highledge and sat down.
"Stand up! We need to go to the Windclan border now- they are invading! Everyone but Brighttail, lets go!" Yellowstar ordered, and the cats selected ran out.
"That isn't many cats!" Amberkit fretted.
Brighttail shook her head as she padded over to her kits. "Actually, that may be enough to scare them off. After the battles recently there aren't much Windclan warriors left. I just wish I got to go."
"Cheer up! Maybe you can go next time!" Hopkit pressed against her fur.
Brighttail frowned. "There may not be a next time. Plus I have you six. I can't just rush out to battle without thinking about you guys. And I don't want to leave you."
"What about Raventooth? Dad?" Firekit asked.
"He can go into battles because he is stronger,and more experienced, and he doesn't have much of a worry. Fathers are not usually attached to their kits as much."
"Oh." Firekit sounded sad and disappointed. "Where is he now?"
Standing up and starting to walk away to the fresh kill pile, calling over her shoulder, "I don't know because he went on a hunting patrol. You'll see him soon!"
Firekit pouted. In the distance the six kits could hear the sounds of cats fighting with Windclan. Firekit hoped they won. And that he could fight in the next battle.
"I wish I could beat Windclan up!" he growled. "Now!"
"There will be future battles soon!" Lilykit pointed out as she played moss ball with Gracekit. The two were best friends.
Then they heard the sound of paw steps. Lilykit abandoned her game with Gracekit. Hopkit and Amberkit stopped fighting. Jumpkit walked back from where he was sneaking up on an elder.
The patrol was back!
The Thunderclan medicine cat, Grasslace, and her apprentice, Gorgepaw, raced out of the medicine cat den with jaws full of herbs. Placing them down Grasslace mewed, "what injures are worse? Come on, show them to me!"
Yellowstar padded forward first. "I have a cut on my neck!" and Grasslace nodded. "Gorgepaw, you do the other warriors. I'll start with Yellowstar."
Firekit saw that Raventooth, Laurelclaw and Muskrat were in the patrol. He tipped his head to the side. Why were they? They had been hunting!
"Raventooth!" Firekit turned to see a very angry Brighttail stride forward. "Why did you fight? You still have that gash on your flank that hasn't healed yet!"
"It's okay, Brighttail. I wasn't hurt badly. Just a scratch on my back." The skinny tom replied. "I'll live."
Brighttail still looked trouble. "Just don't push yourself," she warned.
"I will, I promise."
Firekit bounced around his parents. "lets play a game!"
Raventooth shook his head. "can't, sorry Firekit. I have to get my scratch patched. Maybe later." he turned around and left.
Firekit hung his head. "Did I do something wrong?"he asked.
"No," resounded Brighttail. "He's just busy and hurt. Let's go back to the nursery."
That night Firekit was awoken by a strange noise. The scuffling of paws.
He crept outside the nursery and ducked behind a small scraggly bush that provided just enough cover for him. Looking he saw Yellowstar and Grasslace standing side by side, in deep conversation.
"...Thank you Grasslace. But our defeat bothers me. How did Windclan manage to beat us?"
Grasslace whispered, "I don't know. But Windclan took that stretch of land beyond the river. How can we live with out that? Or with Windclan's threat?"
"I don't think we can! Our clan could die out! I thought Windclan was done with fighting when the war ended. And it's Windclan, for Starclan's sake!" Yellowstar ranted.
"Shh, you'll wake the kits! Go back to bed, and maybe Starclan will speak with you. Now go."
Yellowstar nodded and padded to the Highledge, jumping up with his powerful hind legs. After he disappeared into his den Grasslace walked back to hers. Moments later there were quiet snoring noises from the leader's den.
Firekit slid out of his hiding place and was about to go to the nursery when he heard yet another noise. The leader or Grasslace? He wondered but it was only Jaggedfur cursing as he scrambled back up to the guard post, a bleeding scratch on his leg. The sight made Firekit snigger.
Creeping back into his nest the news her heard crashed down on him. They had lost against Windclan? What would they do now?