Prolouge

Shard stepped carefully across the clearing. She was somewhere between Highstones and Carrionplace. Her new collar was filled with the teeth of prey, dogs, and cats. Less of the latter two, but she resolved to fix this later. She needed to find her new home or her soon-to-be-born kits, and this would be the perfect place to set up camp. There was a little clearing, surrounded by tall boulders, moved by the Twolegs from to make Carrionplace. One stood next to a tall hollowed one that would become the leader's den/ Bloodrock. It was on that stone next to Bloodrock that the Order was created, carved into the stone by her reinforced claws.

The Order

-All cats under six moons will be assigned a name, ending in –pad

-All cats above six moons, but haven't received their warrior name, will take their former name and drop –pad, ending with –claw/-breeze (-claw for toms, -breeze for she-cats)

-In order for a cat to become warriors, they must battle another cat wanting to receive their warrior name, until one cannot battle anymore. The winner becomes a warrior.

-A tom warrior will drop their –claw/-breeze ending and take on dusk- beginning.

-A she-cat warrior will receive a –whisper ending.

-Toms who lose the battle will have to perform other tasks to prove their worth in Bloodclan.

-She-cats who lose will become Unchoosens.

-Unchoosens are assigned the task of raising kits. They may not choose thier own mates or train to fight. A she-cat warrior may raise her own kits unless it interferes with her missions. If this is the case, thier kits will be given to a Unchoosen. Unchoosens rank below non-warriors.

-An Unchoosen is expected to comply to any higher ranking cat without question. Failure to do so will result in punishment.

-To become an Elite warrior, the leader will assign you an Elite mission, and if you succeed, you lose your dark-/-whisper ending.

-In order to receive a high rank (Leader, Deputy, Elite warrior, etc.), you must battle against your competitors. The winner becomes the rank assigned.

-If a leader dies, the deputy must fight any opposers to earn his/her title.

-Leader's word is law and should be obeyed without question.

Shard stepped back, brushing away the rock chips and admiring her handy-work. She smiled and padded off to find some rats at Carrionplace. She would catch a few rats for the others. They would be hungry when they returned.

Sootpaw waited silently with Risingeye. The two cats were well hidden in the tall tree with their silver and grey pelts. Risingeye waited for Dewfoot's signal. He was only a few fox-leaps away, but she still lost track of him every now and again in the tall tree. She found him by the gleam of his new collar, studded with teeth of prey and his one dog tooth. She felt her own around her neck. Emberheart stood toward the border, hidden in some brambles. He would help after the raid. For now, it was just Risingeye, Sootpaw, and Dewfoot. Night had fallen, and the three cats welcomed the shadowy darkness. It would make their mission a lot easier. The moon tonight reminded Sootpaw of the many moons they spent training, becoming fast, sneaky, and strong, and tonight it would pay off.

A flick of Dewfoot's tail and the three started moving toward the camp, low to the ground. The silent echoes of the camp were deafening. All Sootpaw remembers is the chaos that once ensued after their escape. Her ears swivel. Hearing nothing, the three cats pad into the camp on quiet paws. The only noise, their dog-claw claws tapping on the soft soil, was too quiet to detect.

Sootpaw slinked toward the nursery. She placed her ear on the cold wall, hearing nothing but the queen's and kit's soft breathing. She peered in a crack in the den that had not been patched yet. Three little kits were with Feathertail, Shatter's brother with Dawnsong, and Leaffur had her tail curled around two little white furballs. Feathertail was closest to the entrance, and her nest was the farthest away from the two other queens.

She signaled to Dewfoot, who padded over. He mouths 'Are they all asleep?'

She dips her head.

He nods. 'Go and fetch Emberheart please. Quietly.'

She gives him a quick nod and darts across the clearing. Her paws seem to hover over the ground as she runs, causing the leaves to remain still.

Emberheart sits by a stream nearby Thunderclan camp. Beside him are Smoke and Softpaw. Softpaw is complaining that Sootpaw went in the first group, and he's in the second one.

Smoke, who had had enough of his ear being yapped off, snaps at him. "Oh, stuff it ungrateful mouse-brain! Be lucky you didn't get stuck watching Shatter." Emberheart snickers as Softpaw's ears flatten. Emberheart wondered what Brokenthicket was doing right now. Probably waiting for Shard to come and fetch her and bring her to camp. Suddenly, Sootpaw appeared. The three toms jumped, fur settling after they realized it was her.

Emberheart lashed his tail. "Dewfoot sent you? He's ready?"

Sootpaw scoffed. "No I ran all this way to tell you false alarm" she said in a sarcastic voice before dashing back into the undergrowth. Emberheart rolled his eyes, and the three toms unsheathed their claws and ran toward the camp after Sootpaw.

Dewfoot waited until Sootpaw, Emberheart, Smoke, and Softpaw slipped into camp. Risingeye bounded over to them. The others waited outside while Dewfoot snuck inside.

Dewfoot grabbed a tiny bundle of fur from the sleeping Feathertail and handed it off to Softpaw. He heard Softpaw pad away. He gave the other two to Emberheart, who followed him. Smoke took two more, and Sootpaw grabbed the last one. Emberheart and Softpaw came back. Smoke came a bit later. He knew Sootpaw would watch the kits in the old fox den, where Shard, Risingeye, and he once hid, until the mission was done. They would all retrieve the kits and head back to camp, where they would all settle in and start their new clan.

Now they needed a queen for all those kits. Brokenthicket wouldn't be able to handle all the incoming kits by herself. Despite her ragged pelt, she wasn't very old. She could raise a litter or two, but not six kits by herself. Then there were his own kits to think about.

Focus, mousebrain. He shook his head, signaling to Emberheart, Smoke, and Risingeye. Softpaw kept watch, outside, ears perked.

Dewfoot told them earlier to put a sheathed paw on their mouth and an unsheathed paw on their throat. Each did exactly what he told them too. Emberheart put a paw over the mouth of Feathertail. Risingeye's paw found Leaffur's and Dewfoot got Dawnsong. The queens jumped, but the warriors had them pinned right away, making sure they made no sound. Their fear scent filled the den, and he assumed it was mostly for their kits. Queens were like that.

Dewfoot hissed quietly. "We have your kits and they're safe for now, but if you don't want harm to come to them, you will come quietly."

The looks in their eyes told the warriors they would comply. Emberheart bared his fangs at the queen before letting her up. Risingeye's claws poked the queen's neck before letting her up, not enough to draw blood, but enough to pinch. Dewfoot just let the queen up. Smoke and Softpaw looked inside the den at the three terrified queens. Dewfoot hissed again. "Remember, not a word."

He padded out of the den. The three queens followed, Dawnsong in between Feathertail and Leaffur. Smoke and Softpaw fell in step on either side of the queens, and Risingeye and Emberheart brought up the rear. Dewfoot knew they knew if they played love-bird and messed up, Shard would skin their pelts alive. He knew there would be no trouble.

Nearing the fox den, he flicked his tail to stop. He turned around to face the queens.

"You'll help carry your kits. Don't think you'll be able to run. Our leader has given us permission to hunt you down and kill you. You won't even make it five fox lengths, never mind back to camp." The queens shrunk back and nodded. Dewfoot nodded, and Risingeye and Emberheart padded toward the fox den hidden in the ferns. Sootpaw carried one out and handed it to Feathertail. Emberheart passed his to Dawnsong, and Risingeye gave hers to Leaffur. Smoke took one, as did Softpaw. Sootpaw came out with the last one and nodded to Dewfoot.

Dewfoot smiled. "Very good. Now, we'll go across Thunderpath, and toward camp."

The queens looked uncertain, but the snarls of the warriors made them too scared to reply.

Dewfoot meowed. "Let's move."

The queens were pushed forward, now with their kits in their jaws. Sootpaw was walking up by Dewfoot. Their paws ached, but they were used to the pain by now. They hoped the queens wouldn't complain.

They approached Thunderpath, and it was clear. They scurried across, seeing no monsters for miles. The queens begged for a rest, but Dewfoot flicked his tail, saying they push onward. Soon, they arrive at a ring of tall boulders. This was the new Bloodclan camp. They had arrived.

For Foxbracken - Phoenix Everren:

Pick two tom kits and two she-kits. Feel free to mix-n-match, or make up a part!

Tom kit #1:

short silver fur
stormy green eyes

distant personality

Tom kit #2:

fluffy dark brown tabby fur
ice blue eyes

compassionate personality

Tom kit #3:

thick brown fur
yellow eyes

sincere personality

Tom kit #4:

short black fur
and dark amber eyes

determined personality

She-kit #1

soft silver fur
dark hazel eyes

serious personality

She-kit #2

short black fur
bright green eyes

cruel personality

She-kit #3

soft silver fur

dark yellow eyes

cold-hearted personality

She-kit #4

short creamy brown fur
yellow eyes

brave personality