Post by silversnow98 on Dec 28, 2017 21:49:00 GMT -5
Allegiances:
TreeClan
Leader: Lionstar- golden tabby tom with a white chest
Deputy: Quickfoot- slender white tom
Medicine cat: Dewspots- fluffy gray she-cat
Warriors:
Darkfur- black tom with a torn ear
Rainspots- gray tom
Snowpetal- white she-cat
Apprentice, Sparrowpaw
Greengaze- brown she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice, Lakepaw
Branchtail- tabby tom
Thrushfeather- light gray she-cat
Bluetalon- silver tom
Foxfoot- ginger tabby tom
Smallflower- small cream she-cat
Apprentice, Reedpaw
Shrewpelt- pale tabby tom
Tansyleaf- tortoiseshell she-cat
Flamefur- ginger tom
Silversnow- silver tabby she-cat
Mousestep-black and white tom
Graywind- gray tom
Cloudflight- white and gray she-cat
Apprentices:
Lakepaw- gray tabby tom
Reedpaw- tabby tom
Sparrowpaw- brown tabby she-cat
Queens:
Nightwillow- black and silver she-cat (mother of Darkfur’s kits- Wolfkit- pale gray tom, Boulderkit- black tom, Daisykit-white she-cat, Hawkkit- brown she-cat)
Stripedpelt- pale ginger tabby she-cat (expecting Shrewpelt's kits)
Elders:
Weedtail- gray tom
Doveflight- white she-cat
Leader: Lionstar- golden tabby tom with a white chest
Deputy: Quickfoot- slender white tom
Medicine cat: Dewspots- fluffy gray she-cat
Warriors:
Darkfur- black tom with a torn ear
Rainspots- gray tom
Snowpetal- white she-cat
Apprentice, Sparrowpaw
Greengaze- brown she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice, Lakepaw
Branchtail- tabby tom
Thrushfeather- light gray she-cat
Bluetalon- silver tom
Foxfoot- ginger tabby tom
Smallflower- small cream she-cat
Apprentice, Reedpaw
Shrewpelt- pale tabby tom
Tansyleaf- tortoiseshell she-cat
Flamefur- ginger tom
Silversnow- silver tabby she-cat
Mousestep-black and white tom
Graywind- gray tom
Cloudflight- white and gray she-cat
Apprentices:
Lakepaw- gray tabby tom
Reedpaw- tabby tom
Sparrowpaw- brown tabby she-cat
Queens:
Nightwillow- black and silver she-cat (mother of Darkfur’s kits- Wolfkit- pale gray tom, Boulderkit- black tom, Daisykit-white she-cat, Hawkkit- brown she-cat)
Stripedpelt- pale ginger tabby she-cat (expecting Shrewpelt's kits)
Elders:
Weedtail- gray tom
Doveflight- white she-cat
~~~
RockClan
Leader: Featherstar- pale gray she-cat
Deputy: Gorsenose- brown tom
Medicine cat: Stonefall- gray tabby tom
Apprentice- Berryfoot- tabby she-cat
Warriors:
Mosspond- tortoiseshell she-cat
Minnowpelt- gray tom
Voletail- brown tom
Icewind- silver she-cat
Apprentice, Troutpaw
Blackfeather- black she-cat
Heathershade- gray tom
Sedgetail- gray tabby tom
Mintstem- white she-cat
Oakbranch- ginger tabby tom
Apprentice, Marigoldpaw
Tigerleap- brown tom
Nettlebreeze- black she-cat
Seednose- brown she-cat
Goldenfur- golden tom
Heavyrain- gray tom
Apprentices:
Marigoldpaw- golden she-cat
Troutpaw- gray tom
Queens:
Littlefeather- white she-cat
Elders:
Honeywhisker- pale ginger she-cat
Frostclaw- white tom
~~~
Leader: Featherstar- pale gray she-cat
Deputy: Gorsenose- brown tom
Medicine cat: Stonefall- gray tabby tom
Apprentice- Berryfoot- tabby she-cat
Warriors:
Mosspond- tortoiseshell she-cat
Minnowpelt- gray tom
Voletail- brown tom
Icewind- silver she-cat
Apprentice, Troutpaw
Blackfeather- black she-cat
Heathershade- gray tom
Sedgetail- gray tabby tom
Mintstem- white she-cat
Oakbranch- ginger tabby tom
Apprentice, Marigoldpaw
Tigerleap- brown tom
Nettlebreeze- black she-cat
Seednose- brown she-cat
Goldenfur- golden tom
Heavyrain- gray tom
Apprentices:
Marigoldpaw- golden she-cat
Troutpaw- gray tom
Queens:
Littlefeather- white she-cat
Elders:
Honeywhisker- pale ginger she-cat
Frostclaw- white tom
~~~
SunClan
Leader: Dawnstar- cream she-cat
Deputy: Ivyvine- black and white she-cat
Medicine cat: Thornwhisker- brown tom
Warriors:
Leaftail- brown she-cat
Apprentice, Smallpaw
Beeclaw- gray tabby tom
Sunlight- pale yellow tom
Apprentice, Swanpaw
Squirrelwhisker- black she-cat
Sandleap- ginger tom
Grayfoot- gray she-cat
Apprentice, Dovepaw
Birchleaf- brown tom
Shadepelt- gray she-cat
Leopardheart- golden tabby tom
Acronear- brown she-cat
Redstorm- ginger tom
Turtlespots- tortoiseshell she-cat
Apprentices:
Dovepaw- white she-cat
Swanpaw- white tom
Smallpaw- small gray tom
Queens:
Lilypetal- brown she-cat (mother of Beeclaw’s kits- Pebblekit- gray tom; Nightkit- black she-cat)
Elders:
Snowtail- white she-cat
Featherfur- fluffy gray she-cat
Prologue:
Through the prickly holly bush, Silverkit shook as she watched her clanmates be ripped to shreds. Yowls of pain, the thump of bodies hitting the ground, screeches of horror. Mousekit pressed further into her silver fur, while Flamekit and Foxkit, both two moons older, crouched beside her. StarClan, how could you let this happen?
“Stay in the bushes!” Mousekit and Silverkit’s mother, Mothfall, had hissed at them. “If they see you, they will kill you! These aren’t clan cats. They want us dead. Do you understand?”
Silverkit had never seen her mothers eyes so wide with fear. She could only nod and curl into the bushes with her brother. Her mother had pushed them out of the back of the nursery when she realized what was happening, concealing them from view. From the edges of the green leaves, Silverkit could see bodies littering the ground, both clan and rouge. She caught a glimpse of Aspenleaf, a brown she-cat, pinned to the ground by a gray rouge. She barely had time to screech before he bit down on her neck. Silverkit turned away as the small body went still under him.
Suddenly, the bush rustled. Silverkit hopped up, bristling, only to calm herself when she saw Tansykit. Her eyes were wide with horror.
“She’s dead!” she tortoiseshell kit wailed. “My mother is dead!”
Silverkit stared in horror, but quickly ducked down when she saw a rogue point his ears at Tansykit’s distress.
“Get down!” she hissed. “They’ll see us!”
Shaking, the two kits huddled together.
“Specklewing was just trying to save me,” Tansykit murmured. “And now-”
Before she could speak, a yowl sounded from the clearing. Lionstar had pinned the leader of the rogues down on his back, and was snarling in his face.
“Leave!” he screeched. “Never return. We have won. You will regret this, mark my words.”
The black tom seemed unfazed. “You will see us again, and next time, we will not let so many of you live.” He slithered out from under the golden tom and pelted out the camp entrance, his followers bolting after him.
Silverkit glanced around the clearing. So many cats had fallen. Pinetail, Fallowfoot, Furzeclaw, Minnowfin, Specklewing, and… Mothfall! With a wail, Silverkit flung herself out of the bush at her mother. Her body was limp and cold, and her eyes were glazed and empty.
“Why would they do this?” she wailed. “Why do they want to kill us?”
“Because they want our territory, and will stop at nothing to get it,” a grim voice growled behind her. She turned around to see Darkfur, his ear torn with blood running down it. His eyes softened when he saw her. “But we will stop them, if they dare return.”
****
Lionstar lashed his tail as Featherflight padded towards he and Dawnstar. He pricked his ears. “I asked to speak with Graystar,” he meowed as the gray she-cat approached.
“I’m afraid he will not be leader for much longer,” she meowed the RockClan deputy grimly. “The rogues hurt him badly. He is on his last life. He will likely not survive the night.”
Lionstar dipped his head. “I’m sorry. He was a wise and strong leader. All the clans will grieve his loss.”
Featherflight dipped her head. “Thank you, Lionstar. I hope neither of you lost too many cats.”
“Any cat lost is too many lives lost,” Dawnstar murmured. “We must be prepared. If these cats attack again, we must be ready. We cannot lose more clanmates.”
Lionstar stood. “That is what I wanted to discuss. Your medicine cats- did they say anything?”
The two she-cats looked at each other. Featherflight spoke first. “Yes, but Stonefall warned me not to tell anyone,” she admitted.
“As did Thornwhisker,” Dawnstar added.
“I believe it is time to share. StarClan spoke to Dewspots; they told her this: The enemy will not lay to rest until the clouds are stained with blood,”
Lionstar meowed.
Dawnstar nodded. “Yes, that is what they told our medicine cat.”
“What could it mean?” Featherflight murmured. “It must mean they will be back.”
“But it does tell us they will, someday, be gone for good,” Lionstar added. “Prepare your clans, as I will with mine. We will be prepared. We will not let this be the end of the clans.”
“Stay in the bushes!” Mousekit and Silverkit’s mother, Mothfall, had hissed at them. “If they see you, they will kill you! These aren’t clan cats. They want us dead. Do you understand?”
Silverkit had never seen her mothers eyes so wide with fear. She could only nod and curl into the bushes with her brother. Her mother had pushed them out of the back of the nursery when she realized what was happening, concealing them from view. From the edges of the green leaves, Silverkit could see bodies littering the ground, both clan and rouge. She caught a glimpse of Aspenleaf, a brown she-cat, pinned to the ground by a gray rouge. She barely had time to screech before he bit down on her neck. Silverkit turned away as the small body went still under him.
Suddenly, the bush rustled. Silverkit hopped up, bristling, only to calm herself when she saw Tansykit. Her eyes were wide with horror.
“She’s dead!” she tortoiseshell kit wailed. “My mother is dead!”
Silverkit stared in horror, but quickly ducked down when she saw a rogue point his ears at Tansykit’s distress.
“Get down!” she hissed. “They’ll see us!”
Shaking, the two kits huddled together.
“Specklewing was just trying to save me,” Tansykit murmured. “And now-”
Before she could speak, a yowl sounded from the clearing. Lionstar had pinned the leader of the rogues down on his back, and was snarling in his face.
“Leave!” he screeched. “Never return. We have won. You will regret this, mark my words.”
The black tom seemed unfazed. “You will see us again, and next time, we will not let so many of you live.” He slithered out from under the golden tom and pelted out the camp entrance, his followers bolting after him.
Silverkit glanced around the clearing. So many cats had fallen. Pinetail, Fallowfoot, Furzeclaw, Minnowfin, Specklewing, and… Mothfall! With a wail, Silverkit flung herself out of the bush at her mother. Her body was limp and cold, and her eyes were glazed and empty.
“Why would they do this?” she wailed. “Why do they want to kill us?”
“Because they want our territory, and will stop at nothing to get it,” a grim voice growled behind her. She turned around to see Darkfur, his ear torn with blood running down it. His eyes softened when he saw her. “But we will stop them, if they dare return.”
****
Lionstar lashed his tail as Featherflight padded towards he and Dawnstar. He pricked his ears. “I asked to speak with Graystar,” he meowed as the gray she-cat approached.
“I’m afraid he will not be leader for much longer,” she meowed the RockClan deputy grimly. “The rogues hurt him badly. He is on his last life. He will likely not survive the night.”
Lionstar dipped his head. “I’m sorry. He was a wise and strong leader. All the clans will grieve his loss.”
Featherflight dipped her head. “Thank you, Lionstar. I hope neither of you lost too many cats.”
“Any cat lost is too many lives lost,” Dawnstar murmured. “We must be prepared. If these cats attack again, we must be ready. We cannot lose more clanmates.”
Lionstar stood. “That is what I wanted to discuss. Your medicine cats- did they say anything?”
The two she-cats looked at each other. Featherflight spoke first. “Yes, but Stonefall warned me not to tell anyone,” she admitted.
“As did Thornwhisker,” Dawnstar added.
“I believe it is time to share. StarClan spoke to Dewspots; they told her this: The enemy will not lay to rest until the clouds are stained with blood,”
Lionstar meowed.
Dawnstar nodded. “Yes, that is what they told our medicine cat.”
“What could it mean?” Featherflight murmured. “It must mean they will be back.”
“But it does tell us they will, someday, be gone for good,” Lionstar added. “Prepare your clans, as I will with mine. We will be prepared. We will not let this be the end of the clans.”
Chapter 1:
Silversnow opened her eyes to see the first lights of dawn filter through the den. She stood up, stretched, and pushed past the bramble entrance into the low light. Cats were just beginning to rise for the day; some trailed out of their dens sleepily, while others chatted quietly towards the center of camp.
“Come on!” Lakepaw’s voice echoed into the apprentice den. “Smallflower and Greengaze will box our ears if we keep them waiting again!” Reedpaw’s tired face poked out of the den, gazing tiredly at his brother. He snorted.
“Oh, stop that. We’re not on dawn patrol. They can wait until the prey is actually awake to hunt!” Lakepaw flicked his tail in annoyance, but didn’t say anything as Reedpaw ducked his head back into the den. Silversnow couldn’t help but purr in amusement.
“You know, you’ll miss having to nag him when you’re warriors,” she purred as Lakepaw sat near her to groom himself. “I know it was odd for me not to kick Mousestep awake everyday when we both became warriors.”
Lakepaw snorted. “At this rate, I won’t have to; he’ll be an apprentice forever!”
“So will you, if all you do is bicker!” A stern voice came from behind him. A brown she-cat with striking green eyes flicked her tail over his pelt. “You should spend less time paying attention to his training and more time paying attention to yours.”
“Sorry, Greengaze,” Lakepaw murmured.
“Go get something to eat,” she meowed more kindly. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
Lakepaw’s eyes brightened. “Thanks, Greengaze!” The brown she-cat rolled her eyes as he bolted away. “Apprentices!” Silversnow purred as the she-cat followed her apprentice to the fresh-kill pile. She couldn’t help feel a pang of envy. She had wanted to train an apprentice for moons- she was hoping Lionstar would’ve given her Lakepaw or Reedpaw, but she was still happy for their mentors. After a long leaf-bare and not many kits coming into the clan, she knew they deserved a long-awaited apprentice more than she did.
“You’re up early,” Foxfoot noted as he slipped out of the den and pressed up against her.
“I was talking to Lakepaw,” Silversnow meowed, “He doesn’t seem to believe me when I say he’ll miss nagging his brother when they become warriors.”
“Well, I certainly don’t miss nagging Flamefur!” he purred, “That furball is on his own!” Before Silversnow could reply, she noticed Quickfoot beckoning her with his tail. She trotted over to him.
“I want you to lead a hunting patrol,” he told her as she drew closer. “Take whoever you want.” Silversnow dipped her head.
“Sure, Quickfoot.” She glanced around the clearing. Most cats were awake now, some gathering for border patrols, some grooming. She spotted Cloudflight and Bluetalon chatting over a mouse they were sharing. “Hey, do you two want to join my hunting patrol?” she called over. Bluetalon took the last bite of his mouse.
“Sure!” As the two cats trotted over, Silversnow glanced once more around the cleaning. She saw Snowpetal padding her way.
“Did you say you were taking out a hunting patrol?” the white she-cat asked. “Could you take Sparrowpaw? I want her to practice hunting, but I have to join the dawn patrol.”
Silversnow nodded. “No problem.”
“Thanks, Silversnow!” The white she-cat flicked her tail and trotted after the small patrol of cats padding out of camp. Silversnow glanced at the cats sitting a few fox-leaps away.
“Let’s head out, if you’re ready. The elders will be hungry when they wake up.” As she led the way out of camp, she couldn’t help notice how friendly Cloudflight and Bluetalon had been lately. Cloudflight only became a warrior last moon, though. I doubt she’ll want to settle down for kits this quickly. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sparrowpaw halting and raising her tail.
“I smell a mouse!” the brown she-cat hissed.
“Good nose,” Bluetalon nodded to her. “Now, see if your claws are as skilled.” Sparrowpaw’s eyes flicked with excitement. She dropped down into a hunters crouch, being careful to stay downwind, silently moving among the leaves and behind the bushes. She was a skilled hunter; surely she would be one of the best in the clan someday. Within a moment she small brown cat trotted back happily, with the body of a mouse in her jaws. Silversnow purred. “Good catch! Let’s get a move on; I don’t want to be out here all morning.”
The Newleaf breeze was soft in their fur and the forest was teeming with new life. Prey was plentiful again; before long they had caught two voles, a squirrel, and a blackbird. As they padded back into camp, Silversnow noticed tension in the air. She deposited her prey in the fresh-kill pile and glanced around until she saw Tansyleaf grooming herself by the warriors den.
“Hey!” Silversnow bounded over to her friend. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”
Tansyleaf flicked her ears. “The dawn patrol scented RockClan on our side of the border.”
“Again?” Silversnow gasped in disbelief. “Are they mouse-brained? The last time we caught one of their patrols on our side of the border, we sent them crying like kits!”
Her tortoiseshell friend shrugged. “I know. I don’t know what they’re thinking. It’s Newleaf; they have their own prey now, they don’t need ours!” She shook her head. “Lionstar is going to bring it up at the Gathering tonight.”
“Come on!” Lakepaw’s voice echoed into the apprentice den. “Smallflower and Greengaze will box our ears if we keep them waiting again!” Reedpaw’s tired face poked out of the den, gazing tiredly at his brother. He snorted.
“Oh, stop that. We’re not on dawn patrol. They can wait until the prey is actually awake to hunt!” Lakepaw flicked his tail in annoyance, but didn’t say anything as Reedpaw ducked his head back into the den. Silversnow couldn’t help but purr in amusement.
“You know, you’ll miss having to nag him when you’re warriors,” she purred as Lakepaw sat near her to groom himself. “I know it was odd for me not to kick Mousestep awake everyday when we both became warriors.”
Lakepaw snorted. “At this rate, I won’t have to; he’ll be an apprentice forever!”
“So will you, if all you do is bicker!” A stern voice came from behind him. A brown she-cat with striking green eyes flicked her tail over his pelt. “You should spend less time paying attention to his training and more time paying attention to yours.”
“Sorry, Greengaze,” Lakepaw murmured.
“Go get something to eat,” she meowed more kindly. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
Lakepaw’s eyes brightened. “Thanks, Greengaze!” The brown she-cat rolled her eyes as he bolted away. “Apprentices!” Silversnow purred as the she-cat followed her apprentice to the fresh-kill pile. She couldn’t help feel a pang of envy. She had wanted to train an apprentice for moons- she was hoping Lionstar would’ve given her Lakepaw or Reedpaw, but she was still happy for their mentors. After a long leaf-bare and not many kits coming into the clan, she knew they deserved a long-awaited apprentice more than she did.
“You’re up early,” Foxfoot noted as he slipped out of the den and pressed up against her.
“I was talking to Lakepaw,” Silversnow meowed, “He doesn’t seem to believe me when I say he’ll miss nagging his brother when they become warriors.”
“Well, I certainly don’t miss nagging Flamefur!” he purred, “That furball is on his own!” Before Silversnow could reply, she noticed Quickfoot beckoning her with his tail. She trotted over to him.
“I want you to lead a hunting patrol,” he told her as she drew closer. “Take whoever you want.” Silversnow dipped her head.
“Sure, Quickfoot.” She glanced around the clearing. Most cats were awake now, some gathering for border patrols, some grooming. She spotted Cloudflight and Bluetalon chatting over a mouse they were sharing. “Hey, do you two want to join my hunting patrol?” she called over. Bluetalon took the last bite of his mouse.
“Sure!” As the two cats trotted over, Silversnow glanced once more around the cleaning. She saw Snowpetal padding her way.
“Did you say you were taking out a hunting patrol?” the white she-cat asked. “Could you take Sparrowpaw? I want her to practice hunting, but I have to join the dawn patrol.”
Silversnow nodded. “No problem.”
“Thanks, Silversnow!” The white she-cat flicked her tail and trotted after the small patrol of cats padding out of camp. Silversnow glanced at the cats sitting a few fox-leaps away.
“Let’s head out, if you’re ready. The elders will be hungry when they wake up.” As she led the way out of camp, she couldn’t help notice how friendly Cloudflight and Bluetalon had been lately. Cloudflight only became a warrior last moon, though. I doubt she’ll want to settle down for kits this quickly. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sparrowpaw halting and raising her tail.
“I smell a mouse!” the brown she-cat hissed.
“Good nose,” Bluetalon nodded to her. “Now, see if your claws are as skilled.” Sparrowpaw’s eyes flicked with excitement. She dropped down into a hunters crouch, being careful to stay downwind, silently moving among the leaves and behind the bushes. She was a skilled hunter; surely she would be one of the best in the clan someday. Within a moment she small brown cat trotted back happily, with the body of a mouse in her jaws. Silversnow purred. “Good catch! Let’s get a move on; I don’t want to be out here all morning.”
The Newleaf breeze was soft in their fur and the forest was teeming with new life. Prey was plentiful again; before long they had caught two voles, a squirrel, and a blackbird. As they padded back into camp, Silversnow noticed tension in the air. She deposited her prey in the fresh-kill pile and glanced around until she saw Tansyleaf grooming herself by the warriors den.
“Hey!” Silversnow bounded over to her friend. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”
Tansyleaf flicked her ears. “The dawn patrol scented RockClan on our side of the border.”
“Again?” Silversnow gasped in disbelief. “Are they mouse-brained? The last time we caught one of their patrols on our side of the border, we sent them crying like kits!”
Her tortoiseshell friend shrugged. “I know. I don’t know what they’re thinking. It’s Newleaf; they have their own prey now, they don’t need ours!” She shook her head. “Lionstar is going to bring it up at the Gathering tonight.”
The Gathering! I completely forgot! “Are you going tonight?” Silversnow asked. “I hope I am; I want to see RockClan’s reaction when Lionstar says something.”
“As do I. I doubt they’ll challenge him though. We have the truce, and every cat with a brain knows not to challenge Lionstar.” Silversnow purred. It was true; Lionstar was the most feared and respected leader the clans had ever seen. As if he were reading her thoughts, the strong ginger tom jumped onto the Highbranch and glanced at the cats below him.
“Let all cats old enough to hunt gather around for a clan meeting!” the powerful tom yowled.
“Do you think this is about RockClan?” Silversnow heard Thrushfeather whisper to Smallflower.
“I don’t think so. He won’t involved the whole clan if he doesn’t have to, not when we have a truce tonight,” she small creamy she-cat murmured back.
“I have decided which cats I want to take to the gathering tonight. As you all know, RockClan cats have been scented on our side of the border. I have decided we will leave more cats than usual at camp tonight for this reason. I trust that they will obey the warrior code and keep the truce, but we can never be too careful with so many young kits in the camp,” Lionstar meowed. Clearly they don’t obey the warrior code that much, if they can’t stay in their own border, Silversnow thought grimly, but didn’t say a word.
“Quickfoot and Dewspots will attend the gathering as always,” Lionstar started. Silversnow glaned at Dewspots. The gray tabby medicine cat had her eyes narrowed; she always seemed to be in a bad mood, but she was more skilled with herbs than any cat Silversnow had seen before. “As for warriors,” Lionstar continued, “I want Darkfur, Snowpetal, Branchtail, Thrushfeather, Smallflower, Bluetalon, Silversnow, Foxfoot, and Mousestep. All the apprentices may come as well. Be ready to leave by sundown.” He hopped down from the branch and padded into his den, beckoning Quickfoot with his tail.
Silversnow nudged Tansyleaf. “I’m sorry you don’t get to come.”
“Me too. You’ll have to tell me everything. Especially if RockClan causes trouble!” the pretty she-cat purred.
**NOTE: I know, kinda lame, not exciting. I wanted everyone to get a glance at the lives if this clan before I continued and jumped into the main story. It will get better (I hope)**
“Let all cats old enough to hunt gather around for a clan meeting!” the powerful tom yowled.
“Do you think this is about RockClan?” Silversnow heard Thrushfeather whisper to Smallflower.
“I don’t think so. He won’t involved the whole clan if he doesn’t have to, not when we have a truce tonight,” she small creamy she-cat murmured back.
“I have decided which cats I want to take to the gathering tonight. As you all know, RockClan cats have been scented on our side of the border. I have decided we will leave more cats than usual at camp tonight for this reason. I trust that they will obey the warrior code and keep the truce, but we can never be too careful with so many young kits in the camp,” Lionstar meowed. Clearly they don’t obey the warrior code that much, if they can’t stay in their own border, Silversnow thought grimly, but didn’t say a word.
“Quickfoot and Dewspots will attend the gathering as always,” Lionstar started. Silversnow glaned at Dewspots. The gray tabby medicine cat had her eyes narrowed; she always seemed to be in a bad mood, but she was more skilled with herbs than any cat Silversnow had seen before. “As for warriors,” Lionstar continued, “I want Darkfur, Snowpetal, Branchtail, Thrushfeather, Smallflower, Bluetalon, Silversnow, Foxfoot, and Mousestep. All the apprentices may come as well. Be ready to leave by sundown.” He hopped down from the branch and padded into his den, beckoning Quickfoot with his tail.
Silversnow nudged Tansyleaf. “I’m sorry you don’t get to come.”
“Me too. You’ll have to tell me everything. Especially if RockClan causes trouble!” the pretty she-cat purred.
**NOTE: I know, kinda lame, not exciting. I wanted everyone to get a glance at the lives if this clan before I continued and jumped into the main story. It will get better (I hope)**
Chapter 2:
Silversnow crouched with her clan below the bushes. She could see the Gathering clearing; a few cats mingled there. The wind carried the scent of SunClan, but no sign of RockClan yet. The breeze was colder at night than in the afternoon, but Silversnow could scent hints of Greenleaf in the chilly air. Lionstar padded to the front of the group.
“Let’s go,” he meowed. “We don’t want to be the last ones there.”
“Let’s go,” he meowed. “We don’t want to be the last ones there.”
Excitement surged through Silversnow’s paws as she began to tear down the hill into the clearing. Foxfoot matched her speed and she felt the grass come up under her claws.
“Think you’re faster than me, eh?” Amusement gleamed in the ginger tom’s eyes.
“I don’t think; I know!” Silversnow purred. The two cats burst into the clearing, side by side, scattering leaves as they slid. A large ginger tom smelling of SunClan jumped out of their way.
“Watch it!” he snapped. “Other cats don’t like leaves all over their pelt like you do!”
Foxfoot flicked his ears playfully at the temperamental tom. “Come on, Sandleap, we were just having a bit of fun.”
Sandleap rolled his eyes. “Sure, fun.”
“Come on,” Foxfoot turned to Silversnow. “I want to see if Sunlight has got an apprentice yet. He mentioned at the last gathering that he was expecting to get one soon.”
“I’ll join you in a bit,” Silversnow replied, gazing at the next group of cats beginning to enter the clearing. “I want to see who’s here from RockClan.” I’m sure they’re all well-fed enough.
Foxfoot shrugged. “Alright. I’ll see you soon,” he called over his shoulder as he bounded off. Silversnow turned towards the cats beginning to mingle in the center of the hollow. She saw the gray pelt of Featherstar flash by as the fluffy she-cat jumped onto the leaders rock next to Lionstar and Dawnstar. Gorsenose, her deputy, nodded to Quickfoot, who only flicked his tail in return with obvious hostility in his eyes. Way to be subtle, Silversnow thought. She glanced around. The medicine cats were huddled together, as usual. She narrowed her eyes. Something was different. There was an obvious urgency in what they were saying, their eyes wide. What’s going on?
Slowly, careful not to make it too obvious that she was curious about what they were saying, Silversnow padded towards the group of cats. She had barely gotten close enough to hear their voices when she heard her name being called.
“Hey, Silversnow!”
She whipped around to see Mintstem padding towards her. “How are you?” the she-cat meowed.
Silversnow blinked. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping anyway.
“Good. How about you? How’s prey running?” Pretty great I assume, since you’ve been hunting in our territory. Mintstem was a nice cat, but that didn’t cover up the fact that they were on TreeClan territory.
The white she-cat shifted her paws. “Actually, prey has been very slim lately,” she meowed awkwardly.
Silversnow was shocked. Why would Mintstem openly tell her about RockClan’s weakness?
“Featherstar was going to mention something about it tonight,” she went on. Before Silversnow could reply, a yowl from Dawnstar snapped her attention to the leaders rock.
“Let the gathering begin!” she yowled, turning to Lionstar. “Would you like to begin?”
Lionstar flicked his tail.
“Thank you, Dawnstar, but you can start, if you would like.”
The creamy she-cat didn’t object. “We have three new apprentices; Swanpaw, Dovepaw, and Smallpaw!”
The cats began calling their names, and the three young cats sat tall with pride next to to their mentors.
“Prey is running well,” Dawnstar continued. “All of our cats are doing well, and we are happy to be at peace after moons of turmoil.”
Silversnow shuttered as she recalled the moons following the rouge attack. Every cat lived in fear, flinching at every rustle, preparing for the worst. But they never returned. I hope they met their end as horribly as my mother did, she thought grimly.
Dawnstar stepped back, nodding at Featherstar. Silversnow leaned forward, her ears pricked. What was the gray she-cat going to say? As Featherstar stood, she couldn’t help but notice how much thinner she looked. Silversnow glanced around at the RockClan cats. In fact, all of them looked thinner.
“RockClan has been well,” Featherstar meowed, “However we have run into some issues. The prey in our territory has begun to disappear.”
“What does she mean, disappear?” Mousestep hissed from beside Silversnow. “It’s newleaf!” Other cats were thinking the same as her black and white brother. They erupted in whispers around them.
“Why would she tell us that?”
“They don’t expect us to give them our prey, do they?”
“What a foolish thing to say! Everyone knows their weakness now.”
Featherstar lifted her tail, and the whispering stopped at once. She cleared her throat. “I know it is odd for leaders to share their clans weakness at a Gathering. But I fear we face danger. We have found fresh-kill dead all around our territory. Any cat who eats it falls ill. One of our elders, Cinderleaf, has joined StarClan from this illness. We want to warn you to be weary of prey that appears ill. It seems some sickness is sweeping through our territory and affecting all of the small creatures within it.”
Gasps erupted from the crowd. Silversnow shuttered. RockClan was clearly suffering. She saw Lionstar lash his tail, looking somewhat worried, and somewhat unconvinced. “Is that why you have been hunting on our territory?” he growled.
Featherstar didn’t flinch. “Yes,” she meowed, oddly calm. “We realize that is wrong. But our cats are starving. We want to ask that you allow us to hunt-”
“What?” Dawnstar hissed, rage lighting her gaze. “You expect us to let you walk on in, steal our prey, and go fill your bellies at home? Never! Any RockClan cat found on our territory will be chased off immediately.”
“Hold on,” Lionstar stood, looking thoughtful. “If these cats are starving, and getting sick from prey, we cannot let them die. I suggest we come to a solution. Featherstar, could you show us proof that what you’re saying is true?”
Featherstar looked surprised, but nodded. “Yes, I can.”
“If you show my clan this proof, we will allow you to hunt within one fox-leap of the our border. Any further and you will be chased off.”
Featherstar dipped her head, still looking surprised. “That is very generous. Thank you, Lionstar. Our clans thanks you.”
Lionstar narrowed his eyes. “Do not take this offer lightly,” he growled, “If you take advantage of this, you and your clan will regret it to the end of your days. Do you understand?”
Featherstar dipped her head, a bit of fear lighting her gaze. Silversnow held back a purr. No cat messed with Lionstar.
As TreeClan began to file out, Foxfoot bounded over to her.
“Can you believe that?” he meowed in shock. “Why would Lionstar allow that?”
“Because any clan leader willing to admit any weakness is in more trouble than we can imagine,” a low rumble came from behind them. The two cats turned to see the magnificent golden tabby pad between them, his eyes lit with worry. “StarClan knows if we will need to ask the same of them.” He shook his head, amusement lighting his eyes. “At least they owe us a favor now.”
“Think you’re faster than me, eh?” Amusement gleamed in the ginger tom’s eyes.
“I don’t think; I know!” Silversnow purred. The two cats burst into the clearing, side by side, scattering leaves as they slid. A large ginger tom smelling of SunClan jumped out of their way.
“Watch it!” he snapped. “Other cats don’t like leaves all over their pelt like you do!”
Foxfoot flicked his ears playfully at the temperamental tom. “Come on, Sandleap, we were just having a bit of fun.”
Sandleap rolled his eyes. “Sure, fun.”
“Come on,” Foxfoot turned to Silversnow. “I want to see if Sunlight has got an apprentice yet. He mentioned at the last gathering that he was expecting to get one soon.”
“I’ll join you in a bit,” Silversnow replied, gazing at the next group of cats beginning to enter the clearing. “I want to see who’s here from RockClan.” I’m sure they’re all well-fed enough.
Foxfoot shrugged. “Alright. I’ll see you soon,” he called over his shoulder as he bounded off. Silversnow turned towards the cats beginning to mingle in the center of the hollow. She saw the gray pelt of Featherstar flash by as the fluffy she-cat jumped onto the leaders rock next to Lionstar and Dawnstar. Gorsenose, her deputy, nodded to Quickfoot, who only flicked his tail in return with obvious hostility in his eyes. Way to be subtle, Silversnow thought. She glanced around. The medicine cats were huddled together, as usual. She narrowed her eyes. Something was different. There was an obvious urgency in what they were saying, their eyes wide. What’s going on?
Slowly, careful not to make it too obvious that she was curious about what they were saying, Silversnow padded towards the group of cats. She had barely gotten close enough to hear their voices when she heard her name being called.
“Hey, Silversnow!”
She whipped around to see Mintstem padding towards her. “How are you?” the she-cat meowed.
Silversnow blinked. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping anyway.
“Good. How about you? How’s prey running?” Pretty great I assume, since you’ve been hunting in our territory. Mintstem was a nice cat, but that didn’t cover up the fact that they were on TreeClan territory.
The white she-cat shifted her paws. “Actually, prey has been very slim lately,” she meowed awkwardly.
Silversnow was shocked. Why would Mintstem openly tell her about RockClan’s weakness?
“Featherstar was going to mention something about it tonight,” she went on. Before Silversnow could reply, a yowl from Dawnstar snapped her attention to the leaders rock.
“Let the gathering begin!” she yowled, turning to Lionstar. “Would you like to begin?”
Lionstar flicked his tail.
“Thank you, Dawnstar, but you can start, if you would like.”
The creamy she-cat didn’t object. “We have three new apprentices; Swanpaw, Dovepaw, and Smallpaw!”
The cats began calling their names, and the three young cats sat tall with pride next to to their mentors.
“Prey is running well,” Dawnstar continued. “All of our cats are doing well, and we are happy to be at peace after moons of turmoil.”
Silversnow shuttered as she recalled the moons following the rouge attack. Every cat lived in fear, flinching at every rustle, preparing for the worst. But they never returned. I hope they met their end as horribly as my mother did, she thought grimly.
Dawnstar stepped back, nodding at Featherstar. Silversnow leaned forward, her ears pricked. What was the gray she-cat going to say? As Featherstar stood, she couldn’t help but notice how much thinner she looked. Silversnow glanced around at the RockClan cats. In fact, all of them looked thinner.
“RockClan has been well,” Featherstar meowed, “However we have run into some issues. The prey in our territory has begun to disappear.”
“What does she mean, disappear?” Mousestep hissed from beside Silversnow. “It’s newleaf!” Other cats were thinking the same as her black and white brother. They erupted in whispers around them.
“Why would she tell us that?”
“They don’t expect us to give them our prey, do they?”
“What a foolish thing to say! Everyone knows their weakness now.”
Featherstar lifted her tail, and the whispering stopped at once. She cleared her throat. “I know it is odd for leaders to share their clans weakness at a Gathering. But I fear we face danger. We have found fresh-kill dead all around our territory. Any cat who eats it falls ill. One of our elders, Cinderleaf, has joined StarClan from this illness. We want to warn you to be weary of prey that appears ill. It seems some sickness is sweeping through our territory and affecting all of the small creatures within it.”
Gasps erupted from the crowd. Silversnow shuttered. RockClan was clearly suffering. She saw Lionstar lash his tail, looking somewhat worried, and somewhat unconvinced. “Is that why you have been hunting on our territory?” he growled.
Featherstar didn’t flinch. “Yes,” she meowed, oddly calm. “We realize that is wrong. But our cats are starving. We want to ask that you allow us to hunt-”
“What?” Dawnstar hissed, rage lighting her gaze. “You expect us to let you walk on in, steal our prey, and go fill your bellies at home? Never! Any RockClan cat found on our territory will be chased off immediately.”
“Hold on,” Lionstar stood, looking thoughtful. “If these cats are starving, and getting sick from prey, we cannot let them die. I suggest we come to a solution. Featherstar, could you show us proof that what you’re saying is true?”
Featherstar looked surprised, but nodded. “Yes, I can.”
“If you show my clan this proof, we will allow you to hunt within one fox-leap of the our border. Any further and you will be chased off.”
Featherstar dipped her head, still looking surprised. “That is very generous. Thank you, Lionstar. Our clans thanks you.”
Lionstar narrowed his eyes. “Do not take this offer lightly,” he growled, “If you take advantage of this, you and your clan will regret it to the end of your days. Do you understand?”
Featherstar dipped her head, a bit of fear lighting her gaze. Silversnow held back a purr. No cat messed with Lionstar.
“Dawnstar, unless you have more to add, I say we all go home,” he meowed towards the cream she-cat. Clearly still mad, Dawnstar nodded to the two leaders and jumped down, throwing one last glance at Featherstar.
“I’d better not scent your warriors on my territory,” she hissed, and then stalked off, her clan at her heels. As TreeClan began to file out, Foxfoot bounded over to her.
“Can you believe that?” he meowed in shock. “Why would Lionstar allow that?”
“Because any clan leader willing to admit any weakness is in more trouble than we can imagine,” a low rumble came from behind them. The two cats turned to see the magnificent golden tabby pad between them, his eyes lit with worry. “StarClan knows if we will need to ask the same of them.” He shook his head, amusement lighting his eyes. “At least they owe us a favor now.”
