Hai there! Yes, I'm alive!
Sunclan
Leader: Tunnelstar- light brown tom with dark brown paws, tail, and underbelly and deep amber eyes
Deputy: Skyhunt- pale grey she-cat with just darker tabby stripes and round baby-blue eyes
Med. Cat: Mistyeel- dark grey she-cat with white splotches Apprentice- Thrushpaw- lighter gold-red tom with pale green eyes
Warriors: Tigerfang- brown tabby tom with green eyes
Adderfur- light grey tom with green eyes
Birdwhisker- ginger she-cat with white patches and green eyes
Frostheart- sleek white she-cat with very dark green eyes
Stormfang- Dark grey tom with brown flecks
Featherfoot- Light grey tabby she-cat
Greystorm- Grey tabby tom
Cheetahtail- Dark golden tom flecked with black spots
Silentstep- Light grey she-cat with white underbelly and legs
i need 5 more and one tat could be Ivyfeather's mate
Apprentices: Hawkpaw- dark gold tom with coloured markings and bright blue eyes Mentor needed
Queens: Ivyfeather- pretty gold tortoiseshell with pale sky blue eyes Kits- Bouncekit- dark blue-grey tom with pale blue eyes, Mosskit- slightly grey but mostly gold tortoiseshell she-cat with pale blue eyes, Nightkit- all inky black tom with dark green eyes, Hazelkit- pale silver she-cat with other coloured markings and one green eye and one brown eye
Clovespot- light sandy-grey with pale amber eyes Kits(mate to Tigerfang)- Brackenkit- golden tom with black paws with bright green eyes, Lakekit- sandy grey shecat with tan paws, tail tip, muzzle and ears and green eyes, Blossomkit- tortoiseshell shecat with green eyes
Elders: Tansyfur- Bright ginger she-cat with thick fur
Swiftshade- Dark golden she-cat with thick black stripes
Five sunrises after Tunnelstar took me out of camp, I wake with a jittery feeling. Today is important, but why?
"Morning Hazelkit! You excited?" A little voice chimes. Brackenkit. He's one of Clovespot's kits, born just more than a moon after us.
Then I remember.
"Yes! Of course I'm excited! I'm gonna be an apprentice today!" I say back. I like Brackenkit. He's funny, and always in the mood to wrestle.
"Yeah. Just don't forget about your friends who can't be apprentices today!"
I leap out of Ivyfeather's nest into the middle of the den.
"'Course not! How could I forget such an annoying little kit like you!" I joke.
"I'm not annoying!" He growls, and pounces on me. Being bigger, I pin him easily.
Another heavy bundle falls on us.
"No playing without me!" A squeak comes from Blossomkit. She and Brackenkit work together, and push me down.
"Nightkit! Help!" I squeal, the smaller kits smushing my chest.
And then Ivyfeather wakes up.
"Stop messing around! Come here Hazelkit! Do you want to look like you've been wrestling when you stand in front of the clan?" She says, but she's not angry.
"No-oh." I whine.
"Of course not. Come on, I have to wash all four of you scraps." She mews affectionately.
I groan, but let her wash me. Aspenstrike, Ivyfeather's mate and Bouncekit and Mosskit's father, pads into the den.
"Oh great, you're awake. I figured you'd need help washing these four." He mews. He is a big, dark blue-grey tom, with pale amber eyes and flecks of white on his legs up to his first joint.
"Thank you! Hazelkit already got herself messy, playing with Blossomkit and Brackenkit."
"Of course you did," he purrs softly at me, "you're always getting into trouble, little one." Aspenstrike pulls Bouncekit between his paws, and starts washing him, while Bouncekit makes faces at me.
Ugh, 'little one', because I'm so tiny. Tinier than Mosskit, and hardly bigger than Brackenkit, Blossomkit, and Lakekit, despite being older.
"S'not my fault playing is so fun." I growl sullenly.
"Mhm." Is all he replies.
When we're all washed, we're told to sit and wait for them to come back. We do, but it's hard to sit still, especially since they're gone so long.
"Did I hear that you four are finally being apprenticed?" A light voice teases. Thrushpaw.
"That's right!" Mosskit chirps. She always had a crush on Thrushpaw, but then he became Mistyeel's apprentice, and can't have a mate. She still can't help it though, and he's so sweet and funny.
He's the exact opposite of his brother, Hawkpaw. He's rude and snarky, or completely silent. He's big and thick furred, only adding to his scary demeanor. He gives a lot of glares, and stays to himself. Thrushpaw tries to instigate conversations, but Hawkpaw just brushes him away. Hawkpaw's a mystery. Thrushpaw's a friend.
I'm guessing Hawkpaw's so sullen because they don't know their father. Their mother never told who it was, and my mother speculated that it was a rogue, or a tom from Moonclan, and that's why she never told. But that's just speculation. Purely guesses.
Thrushpaw launches into a story about some herb he was trying to find, and he's still babbling when we hear Tunnelstar yowl.
"All cats to whom the sun's rays glide on gather beneath The Hill!"
Ivyfeather comes in and ushers us out, murmuring to stand taller, Mosskit, or stop glaring, Nightkit. My heart races through my chest.
I wonder who my mentor will be.
Tunnelstar sits atop the small hill, looking poised and regal, like the strong leader he is.
Cats gather, more cats than I ever imagined. And they're all watching us. All of those eyes... I feel sick.
My stomach heaves, but I hold back. Mosskit shoots me a glare, probably thinking I'm trying to embarrass her or something.
No, I think, I'm just trying to keep down last night's dinner.
"Ivyfeather, your kits are six moons old. This means that they will now be apprentices. Bouncekit, step forward." Bouncekit steps toward the hill, legs shaking and eyes shining.
"Bouncekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Bouncepaw. Your mentor will be Cheetahtail. I hope he will pass down all his knowledge to you."
"Cheetahtail, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You received excellent training from Springtail and you have shown yourself to be quick-thinking and outspoken. You will be Bouncepaw's mentor, and I expect you to pass down all you know to him." Cheetahtail touches noses with Bouncepaw, and then Tunnelstar calls Mosskit forward.
The same words are spoken, and Mosspaw's mentor is Spruceleap. They're said again, and Nightpaw's mentor becomes Tigerfang.
Then it's my turn.
"Hazelkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Hazelpaw. Your mentor will be Snakesong. I hope he will pass down all his knowledge to you."
"Snakesong, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You received excellent training from Thornshard and you have shown yourself to be strong and a great hunter. You will be Hazelpaw's mentor, and I expect you to pass down all you know to her."
Snakesong He's a fierce, pale brown tabby tom with yellow-green eyes.
"Bouncepaw! Mosspaw! Nightpaw! Hazelpaw! Bouncepaw! Mosspaw! Nightpaw! Hazelpaw! Bouncepaw! Mosspaw! Nightpaw! Hazelpaw!" The clan chants.
This isn't so bad.
We're out on the moor, surveying borders. Our territory is huge!
"The camp is tucked into a small forest in a deep dip in the moor. There is a long beach lining a thin river that separates us from Moonclan. There is a long line of big, sharp boulders cutting the forest's dip off from the beach. The edge of our territory to the top is a thick treeline. To the way the sun sets is a big hill. And to the way the sun rises, a long Twoleg Thunderpath. We mostly hunt in the forest surrounding our camp, but a few cats who are quick enough, like Cheetahtail, can catch rabbits here out on the moor." Spruceleap explains, going slowly, and letting us sink it in. Her dark fur shimmers in the weak day's light.
Mosspaw watches them like they're Starclan sent. Bouncepaw and Nightpaw are whisper-arguing over something-or-other.
"Since you two are talking, and not paying attention, I guess you just know everything. Each of you go fetch a mouse!" Snakesong hisses.
"I don't know how to! Please, we'll pay attention!" Bouncepaw whines.
"Yeah! And, we were just arguing over who has the best mentor!" Nightpaw says, looking up at Tigerfang, his deep, dark green eyes wide. Tigerfang rolls his eyes.
"Then pay attention, mouse-brains." Snakesong spits. They do, but when the mentors aren't looking, they shoot each other glares.
Spruceleap shows us a hunter's crouch, and then we're sent off for the rest of the day, each on our own. We're supposed to try to catch at least one piece of prey. Sometimes I can hear a crunch, or a laugh, and know that the mentors are near, so I try my very best in those moments.
When the sun is between setting and midday, we head home. Bouncepaw caught three voles, Nightpaw caught a starling and two mice, Mosspaw caught two shrews and I caught two mice and a vole. When we get to camp, we deposit our prey, each of us then takes a mouse, and we eat at the tiny stump next to our new den. Then we head out to collect moss and ferns for our nests. When we all have enough for our nests, we head back home, the sun just barely peeking through the horizon, leaving its bloody pink streaks across the sky. We set up our nests, mine next to Nightpaw's, and decide to ask the elders for a story.
"Tansyfur, Swiftshade? Can we hear a story?" Mosspaw asks softly to the old she-cats.
"Well, why not? Which one?" Tansyfur asks, her once-bright ginger fur ruffling out.
"Can we hear the one about how Sunclan and Moonclan came to be?" Bouncepaw exclaims. The two elders exchange grins, and begin the story.
"A long time ago, before our parents' parents' were even born, there were four clans that lived in a forest. There were battles, as always, and territory scuffles, but their lives were good. Then, twolegs invaded their land. They were forced out, and led by five cats, Brambleclaw, Squirrelflight, Crowfeather, Tawnypelt, and Stormfur, they came to a lake. They settled there as four clans for many moons.
Then, three cats were given a prophecy, that they could save or destroy their clans. Then, the Dark Forest cats, evil cats who have died and been rejected from Starclan, attacked the clans. They lost a number of great cats, alive and from Starclan. Then a terrible fire swept through the territory, and they were forced out once again. They followed a tiny stream from their lake, and found that this area was nice. They settled not too far from here.
But a terrible sickness attacked the clans. A form of blackcough, but incurable, if you caught it, you were dead. So many cats died from that sickness that all the clans decided to become one. They lived for many, many seasons as one clan, Hopeclan.
Two littermates were born, Sunswallow and Moonleap, they were chosen to lead the clan, but they never agreed on anything. Hopeclan turned against itself. A terrible battle raged, one not even Starclan had predicted, for no blood was shed. Kin hated kin. Some cats sided with Sunswallow, who wanted to stay as one, to keep together and protect themselves as a whole. Others sided with Moonleap, who knew the only way to have all cats safe and satisfied was to split, and be two clans.
One night, an awful storm raged, flooding the river, and at that time, the cats had been separated by the river. One side was Sunswallow's 'clan' and the other was Moonleap's 'clan.' They then agreed that they would split, and become Sunclan and Moonclan. But Sunswallow's clan had taken the half of the river that Moonleap had wanted. And so now, we are in constant battle, always ready for the next attack, because two brothers couldn't talk to each other."
It was late when the story was finished, and we were tired. We thanked the elders, and promised to catch them good prey tomorrow, and went back to our den, where Hawkpaw was sleeping. I fall asleep quickly.
"Hazelpaw." A soft voice wakes me up. I blink open my eyes, and I'm in a stone hollow.
I'm not awake?
A handsome grey tabby tom sits in front of me. His eyes are a shocking blue.
"Who are you?" I ask. His pelt shimmers, he's from Starclan.
"I'm Jayfeather. This was my home, until the fire. You just heard all about it. My father, Crowfeather, led the clans to this territory."
"That's... interesting. But why are you here?" I ask him again.
"I'm here because you are important, Hazelpaw. I have to tell you a prophecy." He says solemnly.
"What! No! I don't want a prophecy! I'm already weird enough! Starclan, it was so hard to get the others to like me! No! I'm not taking your prophecy!" I try to turn and run, my eyes stinging from tears.
"Hazelpaw," He says gently, "I know. I know it's hard to be different. I was blind. The other cats didn't like me so much, they pitied me. But you are special, Hazelpaw. You are important. You are so important. Please, let me give you your prophecy." He pleads.
"Okay, but... what if I don't understand it?" I worry.
"It'll be okay. Are you ready?" He asks.
"Yes." And I thought I was.
"The already divided cat will have to defeat an evil night to save the things they hold dearest, and the only way to defeat the night, is to bring back the hope."
A/N So! How was it? I've decided that I'll finish allegiances next chapter, as I already came up with Moonclan, mostly. I'd still like a few Sunclan cats, but if not, I'll just finish it up.
I don't know how good that prophecy was, or how obvious it was. Too obvious? Or enough mystery?
I have some more ideas for the next chapter, and have already figured out how to end this, so that helps things along! Don't worry though, I'm gonna have lots of chapters and details.
2510 words! Whew!
alrighty, till next chapter!
Oh, still accepting OCs!
Review please!
~Kat