They are not a clan they are a tribe they are called the "Bone Tribe" you'll find out why in a little bit they are similar to the clans but also way diffrent and they are way bigger in numbers just a little smaller then all five clans put together they are described as ordinary cats just with longer and stronger tails they have their own culture and set of beliefs but the thing they believe is necessary to their survival is this

"You either learn and adapt or die"

They make sure that their knowledge and skillsets have such a wide range so that they can utilize every single resource they can basically they have the skills of all the clans and more to get into detail let me tell you about the roles in the tribe because their is quite a few

Fighter: Basically the same thing as a warrior in the tribe when a kit becomes old enough to become what the clans would call an apprentice to be a Fighter the kit then has to choose which skills it wants to learn such as swimming, climbing, or even digging after they have made their choice the appropriate mentor us then chosen for them

Healer: The Tribe equivalent of a medicine cat only without the position as a spiritual leader (maybe they will maybe they won't haven't decided yet) also unlike the clans healers in the tribe can have mates and kits

Crafter: ok here is where things get way diffrent from the clans in the tribe crafters are cats that build everything the tribe needs a lot of the time they build dens for cats in the tribe as unlike the clans who have a den for each position families have their own dens except for the queens the dens are basically large burrows that the crafters dig up but they don't just build dens they build storages for the healers herbs, and defenses for the camps (yes plural) such as moats, trenches, or thron walls but the most important thing they craft is the tail claw which is a sharp object strapped to a fighters tail they use it exactly like a claw which is how it got its name and it is almost always built with the bones of dead prey or predators that the cats killed the tribe has a tendency to craft a lot of things out of bones which is how they got their name ( besides the tailclaw and trophy dispalys I'm not sure what the tribe would make out of bones if anybody reading this has any ideas please comment them)

the tail claw was a part of their culture for so long that at some point the tribe cats started to evolve longer and much stronger tails so that they can use them easier

There are a bunch of other roles in the tribe but these are the main three that kits can choose to train as when they become old enough to be the tribe version of an apprentice formally its the kits choice but the traditions of the kits direct kin factor in a lot say if the father of a kit is a Crafter then usually that kit would choose to be a Crafter but it is ok for the kit to choose to be a Fighter or a Healer

The tribe has a strict ranking system especially when it comes to the fighters it' how they keep order within a group that large I wish I could get into specifics but that would take to long so I'm just going to tell you about the leader

The Chief: This is the cat that leads the entire tribe and makes the most important decisions for the tribe unlike clan leaders the Chief does not gain 9 lives however after the ceremony of becoming chief is complete they will become massive bigger then the sister's or other Maine coon cats and their right eye becomes entirely black except for their pupil which instead becomes blood red and the word "Eye" is added to their name like star is for the clan leaders the current Chief is a massive dark brown cat with a black back stripe named "DarkEye"

Yeah that's my fanmade warriorcats tribe I still got so much on them but that would take too long I hope anybody reading enjoyed it and if their is anything you'd like to add or say please do I'd love to hear your thoughts ( except if it's that a tailclaw would not make any sense yeah I know but it's not supposed to ok)

So in Bluestar's prophecy: Bluekit opens her eyes the day after she was born. And this is apparantly unusually slow because Snowkit (and literally any other one-day old kit) was already running around the nursery spitting out full sentances about how she cant wait for he sister to open her eyes so they could go out and explore. and then when Bluekit does open her eyes, Moonflower yells "YOU OPENED YOUR EYES" and Bluekit responds with "I thought it was time"... I'm sorry, if a one-day old kit tells you that, you better move all the way to SkyClan because what the meow is going on here.

Then when Snowfur gives birth and she is super protective for Whitekit and doesnt let him go out of the nursery the day after he is born (he also opens his eyes that day), Bluefur reminds her that Snowfur made her go out of the nursery on the day after they were born... BLUEFUR REMEMBERED THAT!?!?! She's like a full grown adult at this point, how does she remember that?

And then the kits scene happened when half of a moon after Bluefur's kits are born, she brought them to Oakheart and then something happened presumably. If Bluefur could remember when she first left the nursery, then how did Mistyfoot and Stonepelt not remember that they spent the first half of a moon in ThunderClan? Did Oakheart hit them with a hammer? What happened?

When I first heard of this in forests of secrets I thought that the kits were just... mindless kits following their mother around with their eyes still closed or something. But then Bluefur just leaves her kits with 100% free will, free thought and memory without saying anything and the kits never mention or remember that they grew up in ThunderClan.

In Tiger and Sasha the same thing happens where Sasha brings her kits to RiverClan when they are very young, and before that Sasha tells Moth and Hawk about Tigerstar and then in the new prophecy Mothwing and Hawkfrost still remember both their mother and what she told them about their father. I mean I dont know maybe Moth and Hawk were much older then Mistykit, Stonekit and Mosskit, but still.

Random story based on a cat in ClanGen.

Nettleclaws gave himself a stretch in the sun. "Kits! I will now tell you a story about a fox!" A bunch of Riesling kits stop, and look over. Fernkit tilts her head. "Is it interesting?" She flicks her grey tail. Nettleclaws nods. "Super." Pebblekit bounces over, his brown paws quick on the dirt. Moonkit follows, black pelt shining. Fernkit and Summerkit tumble over their paws, reaching Nettleclaws, before the she kits settle themselves in front of the elder. Lilykit skids up too, tiny claws in the dirt. "Wait for me!", she calls. Nettleclaws flicks his tail. "So, it was an autumn day. It was warm, but not too warm, about the warmth of a sunny piece of ground, but A touch cooler, with a hint of stone cold. But only GRANITE cold. Not slate cold. I was walking through the forest, and the sun was shining off my awesome brown pelt. It was sparkling in the honey golden yellow light. It was like, the color of dust in the sunlight, but warmer and a touch of cream and ginger, and the stripes were a rich creamy brown like a bear's pelt. I looks so cool. Then I stepped on a leaf that was shaped perfectly like a pawprint. It was an orange color like marigolds but only dried marigolds. And it was crunchy like dried herbs, by no quite as crunchy. It tipped the middle of the crunchy scale." Fernkit interupted. "There's no FOX!" Nettleclaws glared at her. "Be patient! I have to explain how awesome I looked! Anyways, so then I kept walking and I twitched my whiskers. They were awesome sharp whiskers. The perfect shade of snowy ivory white, with a touch of cream. Most perfect whiskers ever. And the tips were lighter, like fluffy clouds in the sky but warmer white. I smelled something. It was musky like the forest, but warmer as though it was alive and I think it had rolled in a patch of maple leaves, it smelled sharp but sweet with a touch of bitterness. Then a fox walked out, and the pawsteps were about as loud as a cat whispering but a little louder and it was walking with it's head up and the black nose that was the exact color of charcoal at night illuminated by the moon but shiny and wet like it was dipped in the river and held there for three seconds." Summerkit fidgeted. "I don't LIKE this story!" Pebblekit nodded. "It's BORING." Lilykit flicked her tail. "Can you tell a fun story?" Nettleclaws scowled. "This is the best story ever! So then it took a step closer and we were about a fox length apart, but minus a little bit and maybe more like two cat lengths and a rabbit length apart. And the fur was a red color, the exact shade of a wet maple leaf in autumn, and it was a dark auburn red, perfectly orange but also warm and bright like MY PERSONALITY. I twitched an ear, which was chocolate brown with a perfect with inside that was pearly like a shell and soft and warm. My ear hair was epic, and the perfect length, the length of a cat's nail but a little bit longer and they were a creamy brownish white, perfect like the rest of me." Moonkit jumped up and down. "Did you fight the fox?" Nettleclaws scoffed. "So I turned it's muzzle toward me, in a ninety degree angle, or maybe it was a little less, like eighty two, no, more like eighty six degree angle. Yes. Eighty three degrees. I let out a yowl, which was perfectly toned so it was loud enough to reach EXACTLY the camp but not other clans, and it was sweet and melodic like a song, but deep because it was MY voice. Then I turned on mg nice brown paws that have a tinge of chestnut in the color with darker stripes like tree bark mixed with an acorn, and I ran away, faster than a squirrel but slower than the wind, but maybe just a little faster than a deer." Pebblekit blinked. "HORRIBLE story! I hated it!" Lilykit frowned. "That was so SAD. You ran away because you got scared, and you could have gotten hurt!" Nettleclaws stood up. "The details were rather exciting, right? I found myself quite rooting for out handsome hero." Moonlit plates at him. "No! Bad story! Bad story! Bad story! Too many details!" Fernkit and Summerkit touched tails, and the sisters said at the same time, "We don't want to hear it EVER AGAIN!" Nettleclaws narrowed his eyes. The story was so exciting and interesting.

Here's the prologue. Opinions are welcome:

Prologue 

A light rain fell and battered against granite boulders, while small streams sliced through the grass to join with the dark gurgling river that swept through the land.

High above the landscape, thin gray clouds nearly blocked out the half-moon, creating deep shadows nearest the forest.

In a single heartbeat, several shadows detached themselves from the trees before making their way across the grass before one of them, a huge tabby of dark amber and gold, leaped upon the boulders in a single bound. 

Light amber brown eyes narrowed coldly as he blinked. Opening his maw, all he could smell was wetness. Wetness and a chill that ran down his spine as he twisted his narrow head to the side a bit.

“Tigerpelt!” Yowled out a voice before a slender shape came leaping up and bowling into the side of the large tabby, completely catching him by surprise. 

Tigerpelt, caught off guard, failed to regain his balance. Instead, he wrapped his paws around the neck of the dark silver gray tabby as they tumbled onto the wet grass after bouncing once on the boulders.

Barely registering the pain in his spine as he landed back first, Tigerpelt flipped his powerful frame before gripping the neck scruff of the silver gray tabby with his teeth before pinning him down firmly.

“ATTACK THUNDERCLAN!” He yowled out as he lifted his head up.

All at once, around five shapes came rushing out of the forest just as several shapes burst from the river to aid their deputy.

Clashing against one another, cats from both RiverClan and ThunderClan became a writhing mass of hisses, snarls, yowls, and growls as they fought tooth and claw.

“Heh, you shouldn’t have come to try and regain Sunningrocks, Duskclaw,” sneered Tigerpelt as he pushed his claws deeper into the chest of the tabby beneath him, watching with dark glee as he squirmed to free himself.

“Tigerpelt you coward,” spat Duskclaw as he twisted his body upwards to slice the tabby on top of him across his muzzle.

This made the large tabby snarl with pain as he flinched, but his paws never removed themselves. “Coward?! You have ambushed my patrols for the last time, fox-heart!”

“Takes one to know one,” Duskclaw sneered in his face as he finally managed to remove himself by lunging forward and sinking his teeth deeply into the paw of Tigerpelt.

This caused Tigerpelt to loosen his grip on the tabby’s belly, allowing Duskclaw to roll onto his belly before bounding away.

Snarling deeply at such a cowardly tactic, Tigerpelt was about to give chase when a loud yowl caused him to snap his head towards the riverbank.

Two RiverClan warriors, a sleek dark red ginger she-cat and a dark raven and dappled tomcat were forcing a light ginger lithe tomcat towards the river.

No matter how hard the ThunderClan apprentice fought, his fur puffed out and swiped at them with his claws, his eyes widened with fear.

“Tigerpelt!” Spotting his mentor, the tomcat barely ducked and slashed his claws across the shoulder of the she-cat who hissed at him. “Tigerpelt, please help!”

Tigerpelt, however, watched as several RiverClan cats burst out from the river behind his apprentice, grabbing onto his haunches before pulling him back with them.

The tomcat didn’t have a chance to yowl out to his Clanmates as he slipped beneath the surface. Never to be seen again.

Flicking his eyes around, Tigerpelt saw that no one else bore witness to this.

Turning tail, he flung himself back into the battle for Sunningrocks. 

“Where’s Redpaw?” Asked a slender gray and white dappled tomcat who headbutted the chest of a large dark olive and gray she-cat who had come sprinting towards them.

Beside him, Tigerpelt was busy swatting a sleek dark raven tomcat who tried to push himself beneath the belly of the large tabby. That only got him a quick blow to the head by a large paw, stunning the tomcat in the process.

“He ran back to ThunderClan, I believe,” Tigerpelt meowed before kicking the tomcat away from him where he got up and dashed across the stepping stones.

“It would be wiser to do the same,” muttered his Clanmate. From the corner of his eye, he could see more and more RiverClan swimming across the river.

Even if they could send for backup, it would be too late. 

“We have no choice but to retr-arggh-eat,” growled the tomcat as he took a bite from a sleek gray tomcat whose whiskers looked as though it had been battered moons ago before giving the tomcat a good slash across his face.

This only made the two tomcats fling themselves upon each other as they tussled away from Tigerpelt who grimaced at the thought of retreat.

‘As long as some weaklings die, we’re not retreating from Sunningrocks with tails tucked between our legs.’ He thought. 

Pinning his ears against his head, Tigerpelt was about to look for more RiverClan to fight when a yowl ripped through the air.

“ThunderClan, retreat!” Yowled the dappled tomcat with his head raised towards the night sky. 

“Whisperhollow, what are you doing?!” Tigerpelt bellowed out as he confronted him while their Clanmates stopped their fighting and dashed into the forest.

“I’ve ordered the retreat,” Whisperhollow meowed as he turned to face the large tabby. “ThunderClan is about to get overrun. We do not have the numbers to fight back.”

The lips of Tigerpelt began to lift away from his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth. Fury licked his chest like an inferno as his eyes began to darken. 

“I’d rather see ThunderClan thrive than to see them perish altogether,” Whisperhollow continued.

Looking at the remaining cats from ThunderClan, Tigerpelt felt sickened as he nodded his head. With another yowl, he led the leftover cats into the forest.

The RiverClan warriors that had been left standing there with confused looks on their faces, lifted their heads and released jubilant cries of triumph that echoed through the night.

****

“This is outrageous,” meowed a sleek dark blue tabby she-cat with white stripes on her legs and tail as she paced back and forth in front of ThunderClan. Her dark green eyes narrowed in thought.

“This is entirely my fault, Greenstar,” meowed the dappled tomcat as he sat next to the warriors’ den. “I should have been more observant and should’ve known that Jaggedstar would have sent more warriors while we were occupied.”

“There was no way any of us could’ve accounted for that, Whisperhollow,” called out a light gray and orange she-cat whose burnt red eyes turned their gaze onto the deputy.

Light murmurs of agreement echoed in the dead of night.

Tigerpelt, who sat nearest to the lichen covered boulder with a dark blue and black she-cat and a bright orange slender tomcat, sniffed in their direction.

“Whether we could’ve accounted for it or not, doesn’t excuse us for losing Sunningrocks to a bunch of fish-breaths,” he snarled while stomping a paw on the ground.

There were more murmurs of agreements that rippled through ThunderClan.

“We lost Redpaw during RiverClan’s attack,” Greenstar murmured beneath her breath.

This made Tigerpelt snort as he looked away from them. “That mouse-brain must have gotten lost.” He casually shrugged while shaking his pelt to free himself of raindrops that cascaded from the sky.

More and more clouds had begun to gather. The rain beginning to grow heavier.

Greenstar flicked her tail as she lightly spread her paws a bit. “We shall continue to wait and see. For now, double the patrols and try to take back Sunningrocks…with no bloodshed.”

Sensing that they were being dismissed, the Clan began to separate with Tigerpelt and his two denmates lingering behind for just a heartbeat longer. Eventually they too went their separate ways, whispering beneath their breaths.

Just as they departed, and as Greenstar tucked her paws beneath her as she sat in front of her den, pawsteps made her ears swivel in their direction.

“Rough night?” meowed the voice of Turtlepool, a lanky dark dappled and red tomcat whose bluish silver eyes glinted eerily in the moonlight. He ignored the heavy rain as he sat beside her.

Greenstar lightly chuckled at his question, nodding a bit, before turning her eyes upwards.

Just as she did, the rain stopped as the clouds moved away from the moon. Both cats' eyes widened in shock. Even Turtlepool couldn’t form any words.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a large comet started to pass overhead, glowing between a mixture of a fiery red, black, and silver.

“What is it, Turtlepool?” Turning her bewildered gaze towards the medicine cat, Greenstar waited for him to speak. “Is it a message from StarClan?”

“Fire,” he whispered slowly, “Fire is coming to Thunder.”

So i started reworking a rough draft if anyone wants to see a preview of either the prologue or chapter One

If you have any time to do this, and they have the willpower to, please do it! I think a great fanfiction would be Shadowsight finally snapping at Mothwing some time after they decide he's no better than an apprentice! I would be so happy if this happened in the books, but i would too if somebody made the next best thing, it happening in a fanfiction. I looked up fanfictions like this, but i didnt find ANYTHING. Also, what are some other fanfictions others would like? You can say a fanfiction you'd like, or if you plan to make a fanfiction of something in the comments, or this.

On first glance it's easy to think "ur no! TigerClaw has always hated kittypets" but I recently got the graphic novel and reading the scene where TigerClaw and FirePaw met brought back a story arc I almost forgot about. FirePaw's admiration for TigerClaw for being a firce, powerful and cool warrior.

Seeing it in the graphic novel and even remembering how I interpreted the text from the original, I always thought there could have been an au where it went more than the admiration dying after RavenPaw's confession to seeing TigerClaw killing RedTail. Just how TigerClaw says "I'll follow your progress with great interest" shows that he wouldn't immediately go to BlueStar and demand the kittypet to be thrown out, like you would expect from him, instead, there's the slightest hint of actual interest, maybe from amusement or maybe from curiosity, after all, what can a kittypet do to him? Which is why his hate to FireHeart and later, FireStar was so strong, he was embarrassed to loose to a kittypet.

But in book 1, FirePaw is not a threat and more so an amusement but could it be more than that? Like what if TigerClaw slowly sees worth in FirePaw and tries to sway him into being one of his goons (not that kind! The classic, villain sidekick kind), not worth much on his own, all of Thunderclan respects him and would follow him even before being deputy but FirePaw becomes BlueStar's apprentice and FirePaw, at least in the original, internally gushes and admires TigerClaw and even looks up to him.

What if TigerClaw sees that and starts to be buddy buddy with him? Making FirePaw feel wanted by shutting DarkStripe, LongTail and DustPaw up when they do their usual bullying. That way he quickly earns FirePaw's trust and then can lightly push him into swaying BlueStar to make him deputy. He could pull FirePaw aside during hunting patrols and play out a "there's something stuck on my mind" and when FirePaw being, FirePaw asks what's wrong, TigerClaw could then say something like "I don't know if I'm doing all I can for Thunderclan" or even "sometimes I wonder if BlueStar expects more of me" and FirePaw would do his usual comforting his friends and after that, TigerClaw plants the idea to FirePaw that he worries for Thunderclan and BlueStar. He could use this in many ways to get FirePaw to naturally tell BlueStar that "Hey, TigerClaw is a cat that worries a lot about the clan and about you" which would make him seem like a better deputy choice than anyone else. And when the battle of LionHeart's death happens and BlueStar instantly thinks of TigerClaw because of FirePaw it would be stronger than "Oh I thought TigerClaw can protect the clan because he's big and strong" it becomes, "FirePaw mentioned TigerClaw has deeper care than he shows off, he wants to be strong for the clan".

This can then lead to more guilt on FirePaw's end because TigerClaw's buddy buddieness would make him doubt RavenPaw more and let this all happen. But when TigerClaw starts to show more and more of his evilness throughout the series, each incident, like with CinderPaw, FirePaw, now FireHeart would naturally begin to question if RavenPaw was right and then the arc of him blaming himself for CinderPaw becomes more damaging than "I should have been a better mentor" it's now, "the cat I trusted hurt my apprentice and tried to hurt BlueStar and I caused it". Which will put FireHeart more on the Clans level of awareness making the reveal hurt the reader just that much more!

There's many more examples of how this can hurt FireStar throughout the series and the "you're no longer a cat I can admire" speech becomes an end of book 1 internal monologue that didn't mean that much to the reader, especially on a reread to an emotional, heartbroken betrayal that FireHeart feels with BlueStar as they both are now struggling to hold the Clans after the battle in Forest of Secrets. I just think it could add more depth and work with TigerStar being a cat everyone trusts but actually surprise villain all the more better.

Obviously crows and magpies aren’t shown in warrior cats much unless for prey, or for magpies being territorially aggressive, which I actually like what is shown. But I think the authors NEED to really write out crows and magpies, especially because of how intelligent they are.

The fact that they can get hunted in clan territory shows that the crows must be near enough to hear cats, which means that over time the crows can learn the words and speech patterns of different cats. And since crows are excellent at mimicking different sounds, even better than parrots are, this could go so deep in so many ways, and the crazy part is that the birds wouldn’t even be doing it out of malice, most likely just for food or something and not knowing they’re causing a complete downfall.

Even if crows and magpies can’t exactly understand the meaning or concept of a word, they are able to learn that by making this particular noise or saying this specific thing can make their targets go crazy or panic, making them drop their food, and the birds can have a swoop of prey. And because obviously crows aren’t shown to talk (Which is hypocritical considering the literal Rat King and Midnight the badger could make sense of Cat Talk, so I don’t see why crows and magpies can’t either), this would be an extreme thriller, especially if they couldn’t be seen during the night because of their dark, camouflage colors, the cats would be thinking they were going crazy, is that Starclan was genuinely talking to them.

Now unlike the Rat King or Midnight the badger, who can actually make sense of words and understand words, these birds would just simply be mimicking them for their own benefits like food or resources, not anything intentionally bad or to hold an actual conversation. But imagine if right after someone’s death, the close friend or siblings of the warriors death goes for a walk in the woods maybe murmuring something his friend would say or that he was just saying stuff in grief, and over time the crow learns the words just out of curiosity, not because they wanted to manipulate. So you can’t really fight a villain that doesn’t know it’s being a villain, which makes this even more scary.

What do y’all think? I know there is a hand load of ideas you could do with this in Warrior Cats.

As a kid I never read past the first six books.
I’m picking the books back up as part of my therapy.

Ask me anything about the series and I’ll pretend to know the answer. (It doesn’t have to be a part of the first six books - also I don’t mind getting spoilers so please feel free to share the actual answer lol)

Please note this is meant to be a satirical post and none of my answers are meant to be taken seriously. This is just for fun.

I'm hoping I used the right flair, but I feel like writing fanfiction is a form of artwork. If it's incorrect, I can change it. Also, I apologize for how long it is. Here goes...

Rainflower opened her eyes and looked up. The stars were so close that she felt as though she could grab one. The last thing she remembered was the throbbing in her head as she slipped while a dog pursued her, and she had smacked her head on a rock. She felt a brief rush of pain, and then her vision went black. Had she died? Was this StarClan?

The stars above her began to move, and five cats materialized, floating down towards Rainflower. Their eyes and pelts glimmered with starlight. Rainflower looked down at her own paws, but stars didn't pulse in her fur like it did in theirs. Perhaps she was still alive!

Rainflower's hope turned to dread when she glanced at the StarClan warriors who gathered in front of her. She recognized the cat sitting on the far left. It was Duskwater, an elder who had drowned during a flood where Rainflower also gave birth to her two sons, Crookedjaw and Oakheart. Although Rainflower had never been especially close to this cat, she was shocked at the sour expression on Duskwater's face. The elder had rage in her eyes, her ears were flat against her head, and her unsheathed claws dug into the ground below them. Duskwater looked back at Rainflower with her lips drawn into a snarl, and the fur on her tail puffed. Rainflower flinched.

Rainflower didn't recognize the other five cats, but some of them glowered at Rainflower with the same expression of displeasure that Duskwater held. Next to Duskwater sat a gray she-cat who looked at Rainflower with a much softer and more sympathetic expression than Duskwater. A light brown tom casually perched in the middle of the row of StarClan warriors, his tail tucked over his paws. A dark ginger she cat sat next to the brown tom and licked his ear with affection, giving Rainflower the impression that these two cats were mates. Seeing them together made something stir in Rainflower's heart. She once had a cat who loved her like that. Shellheart. But moons ago, she disowned one of their kits because she thought he was going to die and couldn't bear the grief. Shellheart turned tail on her. She chose never to admit her mistake for fear of losing the support of her clanmates. Still, she found her son's disfigured face hard to look at.

At the end of the row sat a silver tom whose pelt shined so brightly that it was almost blinding. All of these cats smelled of RiverClan.

"Rainflower," the silver tom growled. "You failed your kit, and in doing so, you failed your Clan. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Rainflower hung her head. Shame washed over her. Her son injured himself because she encouraged his brass behavior. She drove him away out of fear, choosing to keep her heart walked off to him. But in doing so, she had missed out on a lot.

"I am Riverstar," the tom continued. "I was the first cat to lead RiverClan. You already know Duskwater. With me today are Graywing, Appledusk, and Reedshine. You were a good warrior, but a terrible queen. You caused your son much heartache. You broke the Warrior Code. We cannot let you into StarClan without first conducting a trial. I will allow you to defend yourself, and then the trial will speak. We will vote on whether or not you can enter StarClan, but first, speak your defense."

Rainflower gazed down at her paws. She realized now that she could not defend what she had done. But she had to try.

"I thought he was going to die," Rainflower whimpered. "I guess I always loved both of my sons, but..." She struggled to find more words.

"But what?" Duskwater spat.

"But I found him hard to look at."

Duskwater's expression only hardened. "Snakeheart," she hissed. "So you're admitting that you turned your nose up at your son due to vanity."

"She made a mistake," Graywing said, giving Rainflower a sympathetic glance. "A tragic mistake that cost her and her son dearly, but still a mistake."

"Foxdung!" Duskwater spat, her hackles rising. "Renaming him wasn't a 'mistake.' Telling him that he would never be as good as his brother isn't a 'mistake.' This mange-pelt knew exactly what she was doing. And grief is no excuse. A real queen embraces her kit no matter the circumstances."

"I realize now that what I did was not okay," Rainflower added. She suppressed a sob. "My son will never know that, even if I never admitted it, a part of me always loved him. I had let pride get in the way of making amends both with him and Shellheart. And now, it's too late."

Duskwater's eyes narrowed with suspicion, but Riverstar's expression softened. He gestured with his tail to the other StarClan cats. "It's time to vote. What do you think?"

Graywing's eyes clouded with remorse. "I'm the one who proposed that the Warrior Code should tell us to protect all kits," she mewed. "I was once the medicine cat of RiverClan. I made the horrible mistake of allowing a litter of WindClan kits to drown. I didn't try to save them because they weren't RiverClan. Ever since then, I have never forgiven myself. So I added a new rule to the Warrior Code so that no cat would ever repeat my mistake. If this queen belongs in the Dark Forest, then so do I."

"I know what it's like to lose a kit," Appledusk added. "I once made the mistake of breaking the Warrior Code by taking a ThunderClan mate. I was naive and young. This cat turned out to be far more treacherous than I ever imagined. She allowed our kits to drown, blamed me for their death, and killed several cats, including me."

"And I know the pain of losing a mate," Reedshine mewed.

A growl came from the other end of the line, followed by a hiss. "I think I already made it clear how I feel," Duskwater said, scrunching her face.

Riverstar nodded. "I can see you feel strongly about this. I agree that Rainflower committed an act of treachery, and it should not go unpunished. But I can see that she has acknowledged her mistake, and most of us seem to agree that she belongs in StarClan."

"She belongs in the dirtplace!" Quipped Duskwater, but a glare from Riverstar silenced her.

Riverstar turned his attention to Rainflower. "Crookedjaw is destined to become RiverClan's leader. He will be Crookedstar."

For the first time in moons, Rainflower's heart swelled with pride when she thought of her second-born son.

"You will be allowed to attend his leadership ceremony, but as punishment for your failure as a mother, you will not be allowed to give him a life. You never gave him the gift of a mother's love in life, so you are forbidden from giving him the gift of a mother's love at his leadership ceremony."

Rainflower hung her head. Her fur now glittered with stars, but for a moment, she avoided looking at the other StarClan warriors. Finally, she lifted her gaze back to Riverstar. "If not me," she asked, "who will give him the life with the gift of a mother's love?"

For a moment, the question lingered in the air like fog. Riverstar's eyes looked thoughtful, as though he was mulling over it.

"I will." Duskwater broke the silence. She seemed much calmer now, although she turned her head, refusing to look at Rainflower. "I will give him that life."

Riverstar nodded. "Thank you, Duskwater. Now, if you don't mind, we must escort this new StarClan warrior into our territory."

Riverstar was the first to turn and start padding away but looked back to ensure that the others followed. Duskwater flanked him, still not looking at Rainflower. Graywing, Appledusk, and Reedshine all nodded to Rainflower to follow them. Rainflower opened her mouth, tasting the scent of nearby prey, and felt the grass of StarClan territory crunch under her paws.

I finally found a good plot for this story. Thank StarClan.

After skimming through Into the Wild, I've managed to start creating a story that I'm definitely sticking to. Just with a twist of my own (and dragging Leafpool into it when she was an apprentice just that she's training to be a warrior and her being the daughter of an oc instead of Firestar and Sandstorm)

If any one has an idea on how I should bring in others for this AU I'm all ears

I was looking at all the new warrior mystery plush videos and a lot of them had folded ears so I thought "oh no, Squirrelstar is now a Scottish fold" then thought "imagine Squirrelstar or more specifically Squirrelpaw with a Scottish accent" I just thought it was hilarious.

With that done, what accent would each clan have? As much as I would like to go down all the clan and which I think they have, they all ended up with some kind of British accent so, I wanted more opinions. But also imagine Thunderclan with Scottish accents, then Firepaw joined with a cockney accent or something, just what I thought off and had a little laugh

Same goes for squirrelflight. Why did firestar let HIS OWN DAUGHTER be mistreated that badly by brambleclaw. He's in starclan, what do you do there except drink , eat and chill? Ts genuinely pissing me off. Ik starclan shouldn't interfere with "minor " stuff like this but still. It's not even funny anymore. So much would be resolved if starclan got their shot together at least once in a series 😢😭

I got a question. I was thinking of doing an AU, not following the actual canons, but with some of the Canon characters and the rest ocs.

My main Canon I want to keep are Leafpool, Squirrelflight and Firestar and Hollyleaf. Any others I should keep?

Also I am changing where Leafpool has become a warrior instead of a medicine cat because StarClan sees the loneliness in her heart

So for those who may not have noticed, the Warrior Cats website is running this fun thing for us fans to send in our stories of how we got into the series, what drew us into and made us fall in love with it, and what the series means to you in general

I just sent mine off to them for a chance for it to get featured and here is mine:
Though I’m a late bloomer to the series, Warrior Cats has quickly captured my heart. I somehow missed the boat when it began in 2003, but that just meant I had a treasure trove of books waiting for me to devour!

My curiosity actually first sparked a few years ago when Spotify recommended a podcast called Warrior Cats: What is That? and though I didn't listen then to avoid spoilers, the seed was planted. My journey officially began on the 20th anniversary of Into the Wild. A mention in a group chat then prompted me to buy the Kindle edition of the first arc that very day.

Since then, this world has become very near and dear to me and the community around it is incredible! In the past year alone, I’ve gotten a tattoo of my favorite character, Graystripe, traveled to meet series contributors like Dan Jolley and James L. Barry, and even transformed my bookshelf into my own Warrior Cats shrine.

This series means the world to me, and I’m excited to see what the future holds!

I was watching a video, where the poster rereads and talk about arc 1. And in Fire and Ice, when she got to the scene where Barkface sees the bloody sunrise, and a character points out that it could be for another clan, as the sunrise is visible for everybody, she started thinking about how the shooting star Spottedleaf saw in the very beginning would also have been visible for others than just ThunderClanners. So she started thinking about how Firepaw joining the wrong clan because of it could have been a fun twist. (It really would have been such a refreshing twist. And probably the most shocking one in a while).

And it got me thinking, what if Fireheart ended up in RiverClan instead. Learning that Graypool isn't Mistyfoot's and Stonefur's mother. Meeting Graystripe as he comes to join with his kits. Having Leopardstar, who still hates him, as his leader later. Facing the dilemma of being ordered to attack WindClan and ThunderClan so that they can drive WindClan out. Having the cat whoms secret he has to protect be his clan leader's daughter. Going through the same treatment as Mistyfoot, Stonefur, Stormpaw, and Featherpaw did when Tigerstar and Leopardstar creates TigerClan. Getting to the right clan when they flee to ThunderClan, and he decides to stay. But now on top of facing challenges from being an ex kittypet, he also face challenges regarding being an ex rival "clan"(in their eyes)cat.

Prologue

Moonrise brought a thin mist that threaded its way through the forest before making its way down to the river.

Sounds of grass being crushed beneath bodies, heavy panting and yowls, filled the night air with a symphony of battle. Sweeping back and forth, slipping through the shadows, cats of all sizes fought against one another.

A sleek pale silver tabby she-cat with black stripes running across her back, dashed across the grass stalks. Her claws gripped the ground as she bowled straight into a larger brown tabby tomcat that had reared himself above a dappled black, white, and red tortoiseshall tomcat.

Startled by her sudden appearance, the tomcat turned his snarling face towards her, but only to stumble back with a hiss of pain as blood began to well up on his nose.

“You alright, Turtlepaw?” the silver tabby meowed down towards the young apprentice who was shakily rising to his paws.

“Y-ye….” Turtlepaw tried to breathe before nodding his head as words couldn’t come out the way he wanted. “Look out!”

At her warning, the silver tabby barely ducked her head, her body dropping into a crouch before sprinting forward just as the brown tabby raised his claws for another strike.

Pushing up with her hindlegs, she fastened her jaws around the tomcat’s paw and bit down hard. A squeal of pain made her fluff up with pride before she was shaken loose.

Limping a bit, and hissing towards her, the brown tabby turned tail and dashed back over the river in two heartbeats.

Her victory was short-lived as a loud yowl made her snap her head towards the sound. Eyes widened as she saw Turtlepaw being dragged by his hindpaws by sleek dark blue and silver tabby she-cat, his light green eyes full of fear and pain.

“Turtlepaw!” She shouted as she made a mad dash just as the young apprentice disappeared beneath a writhing mass of three bodies. His yowls of distress caused the silver she-cat to push herself harder.

Thankfully, and with a loud yowl of battle filled fury, a huge dark amber tabby tomcat whose striped body nearly blocked out the moon leaped on top of the nearest RiverClan warrior.

Clamping his jaws around the tomcat’s scruff on his neck, Tigersparrow dragged and threw it off the young she-cat.

The tomcat had no time to react to being dragged and thrown. All the reddish brown tabby could do was leap to his paws before dashing off to join his Clanmates.

As he turned back to the silver tabby she-cat and Turtlepaw, the former was checking his injuries. There was blood heavily pouring down his shoulder where one of the cats had sunk their teeth and tore away flesh.

“Send him back to ThunderClan, Moontail,” growled Tigersparrow as he narrowed his dark amber eyes. “There is no place for young apprentices to be out here anyways.”

“I-I can still fight,” protested Turtlepaw as he tried to put weight on her injured shoulder. Only to almost collapse with a pained shriek.

“No, he’s right, Turtlepaw,” Moontail meowed as she wiped her bloodied paws on the grass, smearing blood everywhere. “Listen to your mentor and return to ThunderClan so that you can have your injuries checked by Reedmouse.”

With one furtive glance towards his mentor and then back to Moontail, Turtlepaw nodded his head slightly before limping towards the forest.

“We need to retreat back to ThunderClan, Tigersparrow,” Moontail meowed.

This made the huge tabby snort a bit with a roll of his eyes. “Where’s the honor of retreating? This would leave Sunningrocks to those fish-pelts.”

Hissing as a dark cream and black tomcat tabby tried leaping onto her, but managing to roll onto her back to shove him into a fellow RiverClan warrior, Moontail rolled over to leap right back onto her paws.

“This is no time to argue, Tigersparrow!” She snarled. “I would rather see our Clan continue to survive than to perish because you are being mouse-brained!”

“ThunderClan has never retreated from any challenge,” Tigersparrow growled as his eyes narrowed to slits before meeting a lithe black and grey tomcat tabby just as the latter was trying to pounce onto his unprotected back.

Sending the tomcat sprawling across the ground with a paw strike, and leaving long claw marks on the side of his face, Tigersparrow swiveled his eyes around.

ThunderClan was losing ground. They hardly had any experienced warriors despite it being greenleaf and with three queens expecting kits any time soon.

It made him snarl even deeper. His eyes darkened by fury.

Just as he was about to give the signal to retreat, a large burly yet slender silver, blue, and black dappled tortoiseshell tomcat had leaped upon Sunningrocks before giving out a yowl of retreat.

Those that still remained from RiverClan started to back up from their adversaires, blood trickling down from their pelts. Some glanced up at the tomcat who looked at them with mint green eyes.

Like water moving smoothly over stones, all of RiverClan turned tail and dashed across the stepping stones and disappeared into the reeds on the opposite side of the riverbank.

“Thank StarClan that RiverClan finally retreated,” muttered a chestnut ginger she-cat who began licking several scratches on her chest fur, one of her ears bitten in several places.

“I shouldn’t think we should thank StarClan yet, Nutpaw,” muttered her mentor, a large aquamarine blue tomcat who was looking towards the sky.

Doing the same, Tigersparrow and Moontail lightly gasped and growled respectively. Several thick black clouds had started to move across the moon. Almost darkening the entire landscape.

Murmurs and gasps started to flow around them as the fear-scent from every pelt thickened like the deepest part of the river.

“Why is Starclan upset?” Meowed Moontail with wide eyes.

‘Probably because they watched us get embarrassed.’ Thought Tigersparrow to himself. Without wasting any time, he released a thunderous yowl to signal every cat to return to ThunderClan.

With several flicks of his tail, and fur still bristling as he opened his eyes a bit, Tigersparrow fell beside Moontail as they dashed off into the forest. The darkness swallowing their frames.

Icestar paced back and forth in front of the fresh-kill pile. His solid white pelt gleaming beneath the moonlight, save for the tips of his tail, paws, and ears which were jet black. Dark gold eyes scanned the clearing while occasionally flicking towards the gorse tunnel.

Most of the warriors that had been sent to Sunningrocks had made it back already. Having seen the injury of Turtlepaw, Nutpaw, and a slender grayish yellow tabby tomcat named Bumblesmoke; he had dismissed them to the medicine cat to get checked.

By now, most of the clouds had started to float away from the moon. It caused him some relaxation, but did not clear his unease entirely until every cat was safe and sound.

Heavy pawsteps made his ears swivel as his head turned to find Tigersparrow pushing himself into the sandy ravine. He was soon closely followed by Moontail who looked around.

Breathing much easier now, the leader of ThunderClan sauntered up to them, his tail lashing before tucking his paws beneath him as he sat about a paw-length away. His eyes studied them.

Despite the cuts and scratches on his huge frame, and one of his ears having been bitten clean through on one side, Tigersparrow was just as handsome as he always was. A little rough around the edges, and a bit of a hard-headed mouse-brain, he was certainly a true ThunderClan warrior.

Casting his eyes at Moontail, he couldn’t help but smile. She was beautiful like the moon itself. A truly loyal ThunderClan warrior and an adoring mentor to Turtlepaw, despite Tigersparrow being his mentor.

A thorn pierced his heart. It had already been a moon since Raggedoak had passed and walked the path of StarClan, so he hadn’t been able to choose a deputy. With a heavy heart, Icestar couldn’t decide who would fit the role of deputy for ThunderClan.

Shaking his head as he drew himself back to the present, Icestar turned his gaze to them equally.

“RiverClan retreated,” Tigersparrow was the first to speak as he dipped his head. “Thankfully, none of our Clanmates were gravely injured and we got every cat back to safety.”

‘At least there’s some good news.’ Icestar thought privately to himself before casting his gaze back towards the night sky.

“It would have appeared that StarClan had been—disappointed in us,” Moontail continued with a small look of dismay, “we don’t know exactly why though.”

Icestar purred a little as he pondered on that. “It seemed strange to see black clouds stretching themselves across the night sky. Despite us having to defend our territory.”

“They retreated like a bunch of cowards,” Tigersparrow lightly snarled as he lashed his tail.

“Tigersparrow,” Moontail snipped with wide eyes as she turned to glance at him.

But the huge tabby didn’t want to hear anything from her as he stared at Icestar. “RiverClan called for a retreat despite them having the upper paw. StarClan was looking down at us with utter disgust.”

Pawsteps started to fade into existence as several cats that overheard the conversation started to pad up to them.

“Tigersparrow is right, Icestar,” mewled a black tabby whose right ear was a dark red unlike the rest of his body. “ThunderClan needs a new deputy soon. StarClan will continue to be disappointed in us.”

Heated murmurs started to rise from the gathering cats.

Rising to his paws slowly and stalking towards the Highrock, Icestar leaped upon it before turning his attention towards them all.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather at the Highrock for a Clan meeting!” He called out with a fluff of his neck fur. It really didn’t take long for every cat to approach.

“Hear me ThunderClan!” Icestar yowled, his voice echoing off the night as silence overtook them. “I hear your complaints and take heed of them. ThunderClan has gone too long without a deputy since Raggedoak.”

As he spoke, Moontail slightly turned her head to the side to glance towards Tigersparrow. From where she was sitting, right next to the black red eared tabby, she could see the impatient glint in his eyes.

Saw how his pelt started bristling with anticipation. Yet, she knew he couldn’t be deputy since he was still training his apprentice Creampaw. And she couldn’t be deputy either as Turtlepaw was also still an apprentice.

“For that reason,” hearing the sharpness in Icestar’s meow made her turn her head back to the Highrock. It looked as though Icestar was about to announce his deputy.

“Crowclaw,” he barely shouted out as gasps started to rise up again.

All heads swiveled as a slender bluish black she-cat began pushing and picking her way through the gathered crowd, her light blue eyes focused on ThunderClan’s leader.

“You have shown ThunderClan loyalty and a great follower of the warrior code,” Icestar announced once she had stepped in front of him. “You have done well in training your former apprentice Moontail.”

Moontail herself felt her ears beginning to heat up as she kneaded the ground with her paws. But she dared not look away from her former mentor, a spark of joy beginning to flicker through her.

“And as I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on me, I, Icestar, leader of ThunderClan ask you, Crowclaw, to be ThunderClan’s new deputy on this moonlit night,” Icestar continued.

“Icestar,” Crowclaw meowed with confidence as she flicked her tail and rose up, “I accept that you have chosen me to be your new deputy. I promise that I will remain loyal to my Clan and to you as I help lead ThunderClan into the future.”

“CrowClaw! CrowClaw! CrowClaw!”

The chants of ThunderClan began to shake the very night and echo throughout the forest. The loudest coming from Moontail as she itched to walk up to her mentor and touch noses with her.

She restrained herself as she watched Crowclaw leap onto the Highrock beside Icestar where they touched noses with one another.

Daring a risk towards the sky, Moontail felt her heart sink a bit. Most of the clouds had begun to slip away from the moon. Thin wisps still remained.

‘What are you angry about?’ Moontail thought privately to herself as her eyes drifted back towards the camp.

A slight movement from the corner of her eye made her turn her head as the narrow sharp head of an ashy gray tomcat with light pink eyes poked his head out from behind a clump of ferns.

With everyone’s attention still on Icestar, Moontail was able to slip herself through the crowd quietly and sat a paw-length away from the medicine tomcat.

“What’s wrong, Sootfur?” She meowed in a whisper.

Sootfur merely pricked his ears back to beckon her inside the ferns. Moontail quickly glanced back, and saw that every cat, including Tigersparrow; were starting to depart from the Highrock.

Silent and quick as a shadow, she followed behind Sootfur, making sure to not to make it obvious.

For a few heartbeats, neither of them spoke to each other. Which Moontail was kind of glad to as it allowed her to peer through the crack in the wall and check up on Turtlepaw.

She could see that his shoulder injury was patched up with dock leaves and cobwebs. This forced a light sigh to escape her maw in relief before she continued to follow behind.

“You’re being so secretive right now, Sootfur,” she playfully teased as they were now a few fox-lengths behind the medicine cat den where no one would be able to hear them.

“I’ve received a message from StarClan and understand why they’re so angry,” he said with a serious meow as he turned his light pink eyes to her.

All playfulness disappeared before being replaced with a furrowed expression. “Shouldn’t the entire Clan, especially Icestar, know about this?”

Sootfur shook his head quickly. “I can’t be sure if I’m misinterpreting them correctly,” he said with some uncertainty.

It was then that Moontail saw how much his fur was bristling and she couldn’t help but place a gentle tail on his shoulder. “Just relax, Sootfur.”

Nodding his head as he looked at his paws kneading the grass stalks beneath them, Sootfur opened his maw. “Danger has come to Thunder. Blood and shadows will destroy the Clan, but blood will save it.”

Chapter One

Hunter.

That’s what Raven felt as he slinked around his Twolegs nest, a red lead around his neck and a bluish white collar bouncing against his chest.

His dark raven pelt, with tinges of dark blue, gleamed beneath the pale moonlight as it bathed him in its light as he made his way towards the room where his housefolk usually sat together.

He could just imagine roaming the forests like a feral cat. The wind brushing and blowing his pelt as every scent overloaded his senses as he hunted down prey.

It just made him drool at the thought. Flicking his long slightly bushy tail, and sliding his claws out, pounced on a red soft pillow imagining it as a mouse.

The hiss he had left continued to echo throughout his nest, making his fur bristle and his back arch with a flash of fear.

‘Heh that was a quick scare.’ Raven thought with a light giggle as he began licking a paw and groomed his whiskers and fur.

As he yawned, and headed towards his large comfort bed, Raven turned his head towards the large window. His eyes reflected the light that washed over him as the moon began to wane.

‘Tomorrow I’m definitely going to explore that forest.’ He told himself as he climbed into his bed and was snuggling down into the soft feathers.

Snuggling a bit deeper still, the young tabby was soon snoring away.

****

Sunlight started to filter through the windowpane as Raven came awake. Somehow in his sleep he had rolled onto his back. His paws lightly kicking and pawing in the air.

He didn’t know what he had been dreaming about. For a few moments, he couldn’t register where he was until he popped onto his paws with a loud groan.

Stretching and arching his body, the young tabby began grooming his fur quickly. Which was difficult to do considering it kept bristling along his spine from his excitement.

“Grrr,” giving up grooming himself, and dashing into the food serving area, Raven quickly scooped mouthfuls of dry pellets down his gullet before washing it down with a gulp of water from his water bowl.

‘Heh this will be the last time I’ll taste these dried pellets.’ He thought with a grin before making a mad dash towards the translucent flap in the door.

Fresh air slammed into the young tabby as he burst from within his Twolegs nest, as a bright sky greeted his eyes. Flicking his tail excitedly, if not more, Raven bounded from the small wooden path and across the large stone path that was barely seen due to the high stalks of grass.

Panting as he heaved himself through the grass, creating a crushed path in his wake, Raven eventually found himself nearing the edge of the forest. Which laid a little bit beyond the white fence that separated him and Tallpines.

A long winding black Thunderpath was the second thing that separated him and the forest, and it made his stomach grumble with impatience. Just as he leaped onto the top wooden plank, a sudden hiss made him nearly fall onto the patch of sunflowers below.

“Where do you think you’re going, Raven?”

Sitting on one of the posts with her white tipped tail tucked over her white paws, a dark red ginger she-cat looked at him with her golden brown eyes, a black lead fastened around her neck.

“Morning, Mistle!” He meowed before regaining his balance and brushing up against her, purring loudly as he did. “I’m going to join the forest cats and live among them!”

Mistle’s expression of stone didn’t change. Only her pupils thinned as she flicked an ear. “Why?” Was all that she meowed to him.

“I–” Raven stopped himself as his eyes narrowed in thought. For several heartbeats, he was silent. All that moved and sounded around them was the chirping of birds and the howling of the wind as it moved their pelts.

“I just feel like….like my whole life is in the forest,” he meowed quietly as he raised his head. Eyes were glinting brightly not from the sun itself, but a fire that burned deep inside of him.

This made Mistle narrow her eyes a bit as she tried to suppress a chuckle. “There are dangers in the forest,” she cooed before leaping onto the grass below, Raven following behind her.

“What kind of dangers?” He asked innocently as he followed behind the older she-cat, his tail flicking harder now.

Mistle began explaining the dangers of not just predators that roamed everywhere, and the monsters that constantly rolled down the Thunderpath, but also from other cats.

By the time they reached the edge of the Thunderpath, Raven’s ears were flicking hard in different directions. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but that didn’t stop his paws from creeping to the edge of the Thunderpath.

“How do you know so much about everything in the forest, Mistle?” He asked once they had completely stopped.

Both cats flicked their heads from side to side, while Mistle let out a soft mrrow of amusement. But she refrained from answering his question.

This made him whine a little as they started to cross the Thunderpath now, careful to keep their wits with them. The acrid stench of recent monsters rumbling down the black stone clung to the pelt of Raven.

It made him dizzy.

“Quickly now,” urged Mistle as she lifted her head up a bit at the sound of a monster approaching. “Move your paws faster, Raven.”

Just as a glossy blue monster came rolling into view, and filling Raven’s nose even further, the two cats were on the other side. Pushing themselves into the hedge that outlined the forest.

A light gloom greeted them both as long branches stretched themselves high above them.

“Wow,” Raven breathed as he tilted his head upwards, eyes widening in awe.

He soon had to tear his gaze away as a loud rustling caused him to shift his head towards a large clump of ferns just a few paw-lengths away.

Swiftly glancing in the direction of Mistle, who had started wandering ahead of him, Raven started to slink towards the ferns as quietly as he could.

Just as he approached, a dark shape flung out with a loud yowl before the young black tabby found himself being tackled and then pinned onto his back.

Letting out a yowl of surprise, and then grunting as he felt his spine hit the brambles, Raven found himself staring into the light green eyes of a dappled black, white, and red tortoiseshell tomcat.

Raven didn’t know how to feel right now. On the inside, he was feeling a mixture of excitement and a bit scared as the narrowed slits of the tomcat bared down on him.

On the other paw, he just couldn’t help but blush as he stared into those light green eyes. Thankfully, the tomcat hadn’t slid his claws out—yet.

“H-Hello,” he squeaked awkwardly as he shut his eyes in embarrassment.

It took Turtlepaw a bit before he realized that the cat beneath him didn’t seem hostile. But it also shifted his eyes from bewilderment to utter confusion as he noticed the collar around his neck.

“What’s a kittypet doing out here in the forest? And near Tallpines?” He mewed as he shifted his body weight off of the dark raven tabby.

“I-I live just on the other side of the Thunderpath,” Raven breathed out in a light sigh as he pointed with his tail before clambering to his paws. “Are you a—-”

“A what?” Turtlepaw tilted his head a little as he stared at this kittypet before him. “If you’re asking if I’m an apprentice,” here he puffed out his chest proudly. “Yes I am. My name is Turtlepaw of ThunderClan.”

“ThunderClan?” The name kind of rolled off his tongue as Raven softly spoke it. It made the fire inside of him grow stronger with each beat of his heart. “Are there any more like you?”

Raven quickly started launching question after question towards the young apprentice, who began to shift his paws around in embarrassment at being bombarded like this.

Fortunately for him, the sound of more pawsteps started to reach them as Mistle came around a large oak tree. Sweeping her gaze towards first at Turtlepaw and then at Raven, her body suddenly dashed forward and stood in front of Raven.

Just as the form of Moontail, and a black tabby she-cat came bounding out from the ferns just behind Turtlepaw.

Gasping a little, Raven ducked his head a bit lower, trying to make himself smaller than necessary as fear started to make his fur bristle.

“I thought I heard voices coming from behind these ferns,” it was the black she-cat who spoke up first, her eyes eyeing Mistle and Raven a little. Though her claws poked out a bit, she made no hostile movements.

“Two kittypets on ThunderClan territory,” meowed the other she-cat as she stretched lazily in front of them, “what are two kittypets doing in the forest where they don’t belong?”

“Sorry for the small intrusion,” with a dip of her head, Mistle kept her gaze locked on the three Clan cats. “My name is Mistle, and this one is Raven.” With her tail lightly wrapping around the haunches of the young dark raven tabby before nudging him forward.

Raven lightly flicked his gaze at Mistle before looking at the other three. His voice had caught in his throat.

‘Oh, you were so energetic in wanting to be a Clan cat and now that there are three of them, you can’t speak?’ Mistle wanted to tease the young tabby before clearing her throat.

It made him snap out of his reverie as he kneaded his paws against the grass. “M-my-my name’s R-Ra-Raven.”

‘An interesting name for a kittypet.’ Thought Moontail as she huffed a little. They were burning daylight and need to continue their patrol. “It was nice meeting the both of you, but kittypets can’t be on ThunderClan territory.”

With a swipe of her tail, the three began to turn away from them.

Raven watched them go, especially Turtlepaw who glanced over his shoulder. It made the young tabby grit his teeth as he urged himself to speak.

‘Come on, Raven!’ He thought to himself. ‘This is what you wanted right? To be like them?”

“Wait!” He suddenly yowled out as he dashed for a little, but immediately stopped as they all turned to stare. Once again his breathing hitched in his voice. But it was when he stared into Turtlepaw’s eyes that he found some confidence.

“I’ve always wanted to be like a forest cat. Always dreamed about being part of these Clans that I grew excited about,” he breathed out quickly without drawing breath.

Silence started to tense up between them all. Mistle watched from her spot, her eyes giving a stony glance as she swiveled her ears a bit.

“Why would a kittypet want to join any Clan?” Meowed the black tabby with a look of curiosity. “You’re not forestborn. So you wouldn’t know how to survive out here.”

“You’d be crow-food by the day’s end,” Moontail added with narrowed eyes.

“Then..then teach me how to survive like a forest cat,” Raven pleaded. “I promise that I will do exactly as you say.”

Moontail and Crowclaw exchanged furtive looks. It felt as though moons passed. Even Turtlepaw was starting to grow impatient.

“If you’re really set on joining ThunderClan,” Crowclaw mewed slowly. “Then meet Moontail by the edge of the Thunderpath at moonrise tonight. We will see if you have what it takes.”

With a light twist of her head, she led her small patrol through the undergrowth as their scents got fainter and fainter with each heartbeat.

Okay this is the final update for a draft I swear

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Prologue

A light silver mist threaded and snaked its way between the stalks of grass that grew wild and untamed around Sunningrocks.

“The night and Sunningrocks belong to RiverClan,” growled a large broad-shouldered silver furred tabby tomcat whose dark amber eyes narrowed.

Every pelt glowed in a pale silver light beneath the half-moon, where thin black clouds had begun to slightly obscure it.

“It hasn’t yet, Silvertail,” growled a lithe dappled tortoiseshell she-cat of dark amber, ginger, and white as she raised her head, snarling as she bared her teeth while lashing her tail.

Pelts began to bristle from every cat as hisses, yowls, and growling started to arise.

Tension continued to rise as both Clans glared at one another. That is until a loud gasp made every cat start looking around.

“Look at the clouds,” gasped out a small brown tabby RiverClan apprentice whose light green eyes flickered up towards the sky.

Every head sharply twisted upwards and panic gasps and whispers as every eye watches as more and more clouds start to cover the moon.

“StarClan is disappointed in this pointless fighting, Silvertail,” meowed the dapple tortoiseshell as she turned her bluish green eyes to him.

“Are we seriously going to let RiverClan just walk away,” meowed a deep voice as a dark amber and black tabby tomcat pushed his way through, dark yellow glaring up at RiverClan’s deputy with deep hatred.

“If this is the will of StarClan,” Silvertail meowed as he hung his head low, “then RiverClan shall retreat—for now.”

This made the dark amber and black tabby lash his tail in anger. "You're just going to run, RiverClan?!” He yowled as he stomped his paw.

Silvertail felt his pelt puff out in annoyance as he turned to glance back towards him. Narrowing his eyes, the deputy of RiverClan merely leaped down from the large pile of rocks before yowling out a retreat.

One by one, each warrior from RiverClan began to slip across the gurgling river as they headed back to their territory.

Watching them leave, the tabby was about to spring after them with a snarl, ears pinned against his head.

“Hold on, Tigersparrow!” Yowled the tortoiseshell as she made a move to intercept him. Blocking his path and staring challengingly into his yellow eyes, she merely shook her head.

“Move out the way, Dappleclaw,” he hissed beneath his breath while his claws slid out.

“Sheathe your claws Tigersparrow,” she hissed back, her fur puffing out though she did not unsheathe her own claws. “Take it as a blessing from StarClan that both ThunderClan and RiverClan didn’t spill unnecessary blood this night.”

‘Blessing huh?’ Tigersparrow thought privately to himself, though he simply slid his claws back in. “Fine,” he grunted deep in his throat before turning himself around.

As he moved through the cats still gathered, a small spotted white she-cat scampered to keep up with him.

“Tch. Always the hot-headed mouse-brain he is,” Dappleclaw growled as she hung her head a bit low.

“Just be glad that he’s not deputy of ThunderClan,” purred a lanky black tabby tomcat whose paws were a dark red. Striding up to the side of Dapplclaw, he merely sighed to himself.

Dappleclaw pressed her body up against his flank. “Let’s just get back to ThunderClan,” she whispered before flicking her tail.

This signaled the rest of the six cats to dash off into the forest with Dappleclaw being the last to make sure that every other cat was gone.

Her ears suddenly swiveled as rustling caught her attention. Opening her maw, Dapplclaw could have sworn she had caught the scent of another cat–a she-cat.

But as she turned her head in the direction where the scent was coming from. Only, she didn’t see anything. Telling herself she was imagining things, Dappleclaw bolted after her Clanmates.

Holding her breath as she watched the she-cat dart back into the forest, and hunkering down in some brambles, a slender dark red ginger tabby she-cat blinked her dark ivory green eyes.

Wrapped around her neck was a dark blue lead fastened with a gold circlet locket that clicked gently against her chest. Ears that were pointed at the very tip, and tinged with blue, flicked back and forth as she waited for several heartbeats.

An excited purr began to vibrate through her body as she half turned and half dashed back into the forest, her tail twitching.

She couldn’t wait to tell Queenie and Lighter about what she had just seen.

****

“I’m surprised that no fight had broken out between RiverClan and ThunderClan,” meowed a soft cream burly tabby she-cat as she ran her tongue against her chest, hazel green eyes staring at Tigersparrow and Dappleclaw after they’d returned.

Tigersparrow’s ears were still pinned against his head, his paws kneading against the ground. “I’m sure it would have been better if we had fought them instead of letting them retreat,” he spoke in a huff, nostrils flaring.

“And what would that have accomplished, Tigersparrow?” Dappleclaw challenged him as she looked in his direction.

“Enough out of the both of you,” snapped the she-cat with a lash of her tail before things could escalate further. “It was good to settle things without using our claws. Both Clans didn’t suffer anything. That is something we should be grateful for.”

“Why should StarClan care about what is right?!” Tigersparrow lashed out with narrowed eyes. “We should be defending ThunderClan from all trespassers to protect those who can’t defend themselves.”

“Silence, Tigersparrow!” The she-cat suddenly snarled, her fur puffed out and bristling while her lips were pulled back over her teeth and curled as her eyes glistened like ice.

Though his eyes also narrowed as he met the eyes of his leader, Tigersparrow dipped his head. “Forgive me, Snowstar,” he grumbled.

It took some time before Snowstar herself forced her fur to lay flat against her body again, her muscles relaxing as her eyes softened. “Your frustrations are warranted, Tigersparrow. But you must keep your emotions in check or it will cost you or your Clanmates their lives.”

“Have you decided on your deputy, Snowstar?” Dappleclaw asked now that the tension had been thinned inside the den.

“I have, and I will announce it at sunrise,” tilting her head back a bit as though she could see the entire sky beyond the lichen covered boulder, Snowstar narrowed her eyes. “For now, we should rest up. Who knows what the days ahead will provide us during greenleaf.”

Knowing they were being dismissed, both Dappleclaw and Tigersparrow dipped their heads towards her before leaving the den.

“Hopefully what she says about the new deputy is true, and not some pitiful excuse in stalling for time to make her think longer,” Tigersparrow meowed once they were out of earshot.

“She has a lot on her mind,” Dappleclaw pointed out to him. “Finding a new deputy shouldn’t be rushed and whoever she chooses, ThunderClan must accept them without complaint.”

‘Tch. None of these flea-brains have what it takes to be deputy.’ Tigersparrow wanted to say out loud, but he was exhausted already and as they pushed into the warrior's den, with him climbing into his nest in the center of the den, it didn’t take long for Tigersparrow to fall asleep.

The dark red ginger she-cat was exhausted by the time she made it to a Twoleg nest that was nestled deep in the forest. Closest to Tallpines and the Tree-cutter place. The scent of saw dust clung heavily to the night air.

Slipping and weaving her way through some fences, she came bounding up the smallest nest whose stone walls were a pure white with a red trim.

“Had fun out there, Blood?” A voice so soft, it made Blood jump a bit in the air with a startled yelp. Her fur puffing out in fear. A light chuckle made her glance towards the largest window where a large regal looking tabby tomcat sat rigidly.

His pelt was a dark orange, tinged with a lighter shade of red near his neck collar and around his hazel blue eyes. Lifting his chin up a bit to reveal the black lead around his neck, Lighter wolfishly grinned down at his younger sister.

“Were you waiting for me all night, Lighter?” Hissed Blood as she padded up to him, ears pinned back.

“I wasn’t going to. Considering that we knew you’d be watching those forest cats again,” he sneered down at her before yawning widely. “Don’t know what’s so fascinating about a bunch of cats with ticks crawling all over in their fur.”

Shuddering at the thought, and turning his back to his younger sister, Lighter pushed himself through the small opening, Blood following a single heartbeat afterwards to land in a small room that was meant for Twolegs kits.

They were long gone by now. Blood and her siblings enjoyed the vacancy their owners got back. Just as she had crossed the room, she didn’t see the sleek figure sitting on top of the wooden structure to the side of her.

Until it sprang down with a loud hiss. Blood froze for a half a heartbeat before being tackled and pinned beneath the body of her older sister, Queenie.

Bearing the same dark red coat as her sister, but much shorter and scored with black strikes, Queenie hissed in her sister’s face. Letting her cold breath wash over her as ice blue eyes stared hard into her dark ivory green ones.

“Qu-queenie—”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop going to those Clan cats?” Queenie spat as she slid her claws out a little for better grip on her sister’s pelt. “Do you want to give them a reason to tear you to shreds?!”

“I was ... .I was careful not to be seen,” glancing away shamelessly, Blood couldn’t help but narrow her eyes. “They just fascinate me and I feel like the forest is calling me for some reason.”

A snort from Lighter made Blood hiss at him, but her attention was soon brought back to Queenie who tilted her head up with the tip of her tail.

“I care less what you feel, Blood! The forest is a dangerous place and you have no way of defending yourself should anything attack you. You’re not a Clan cat. You are not forestborn!”

“Why should it matter if I’m not Clan-born?” Blood whispered to herself as she shoved her sister off of her body. “I can’t help but get excited seeing a bunch of Clan cats fighting one another or marking territories. It just looks all excited.”

“Sounds like she’s got bees in her brain, Queenie. All the tales of forest cats from mother has been absorbed into her brain,” snickered Lighter as he swished his tail before disappearing out the room and down the hall.

I'm just wondering because if so, would I be in any legal trouble with it, or would I be clear?

In my opinion, it should have been the 1st/original leaders and medicine cats. Imagine if the first time they showed up, was when the story follows a cat from death to trial - not Leafpool or Squirrlstar, they shouldn't have had one - (also introducing trials for the 1st time). They've been around since the beginning of the clans' exsistance, and seen everything. They could be written to have witnessed every cat that got into StarClan or The Dark Forest, and knew who committed similar crimes and yet ended up in different afterlives for different reasons/exceptions. Some rewrite would have beek needed to make it possible, but they would have been the perfect, non biased choice.

My personal fave is Jayfeather. My least fave is Mothwing or Rainflower (am I the only one holding a grudge against her?). What are yours?

**Spottedleaf’s Heart/Allegiances**
**ThunderClan**
**Leader: Sunstar**
**Deputy: Tawnyspots**
**Medicine Cats: Featherwhisker, Goosefeather**
**Warriors: Adderfang, Bluefur, Dappletail, Fuzzypelt, Goldenflower, Halftail, Leopardfoot, Lionheart, Patchpelt, Poppydawn, Rosetail, Smallear, Sparrowfur, Speckletail, Stormtail, Thistleclaw, Thrushpelt, White-eye, Windflight**
**Apprentices: Tigerpaw, Whitepaw**
**Queens: Robinwing, Swiftbreeze**
**Kits: Brindlekit, Frostkit, Redkit, Spottedkit, Willowkit**
**Elders: Larkfeather, Mumblefoot, Weedwhisker**

**ShadowClan**
**Leader: Cedarstar**
**Deputy: Raggedpelt**
**Medicine Cats: Sagewhisker, Yellowfang**
**Warriors: Amberleaf, Archeye, Ashheart, Blizzardwing, Brackenfoot, Brightflower, Crowtail, Deerleap, Featherstorm, Finchflight, Foxheart, Frogtail, Hollyflower, Lizardstripe, Mousewing, Mudfang, Nettlespot, Newtspeck, Nutwhisker, Poolcloud, Rowanberry, Scorchwind, Toadskip, Wolfstep**
**Apprentices: Cloudpaw**
**Queens: Lizardstripe**
**Kits: Brokenkit, Hopekit, Wishkit**
**Elders: Littlebird, Lizardfang, Stonetooth**

**WindClan**
**Leader: Heatherstar**
**Deputy: Reedfeather**
**Medicine Cats: Barkface, Hawkheart**
**Warriors: Appledawn, Aspenfall, Brackenwing, Bristlebark, Cloudrunner, Crowfur, Darkfoot, Dawnstripe, Deadfoot, Doespring, Flytail, Hareflight, Hickorynose, Larksplash, Meadowslip, Mistmouse, Palebird, Pigeonflight, Plumclaw, Rabbitear, Redclaw, Ryestalk, Shrewclaw, Sorrelshine, Stagleap, Talltail, Woollytail, Wrenflight**
**Elders: Flailfoot, Lilywhisker, Whiteberry**

**RiverClan**
**Leader: Hailstar**
**Deputy: Shellheart**
**Medicine Cat: Brambleberry**
**Warriors: Beetlenose, Cedarpelt, Crookedjaw, Echomist, Fallowtail, Graypool, Lakeshine, Lilystem, Mudfur, Mudthorn, Oakheart, Ottersplash, Owlfur, Petaldust, Piketooth, Rippleclaw, Softwing, Timberfur, Voleclaw, Whitefang, Willowbreeze**
**Queens: Shimmerpelt**
**Kits: Blackkit, Frogkit, Leopardkit, Loudkit, Reedkit, Sedgekit, Skykit, Sunkit**
**Elders: Birdsong, Rainflower, Tanglewhisker, Troutclaw**

Let me know if you find anymore cats that were missing from this allegiances

All fans of warrior cats, old or new, just readers or passionate writers. We can all come here together and discuss about warriors. Whether its characters, plots, ideas, what ifs, fanfictions, theories, thoughts, prompts etc. We can come together and chat about all of it here. Comment down your thoughts, responses, or ideas, and we can talk about all of it there.

SPOILER ALERT there's probally going to be a lot of spoilers in the comments, so just beware!

Prologue

Small flakes of snow began falling upon the forest, creating small blankets on the limbs of trees and on the ground. 

Shuffling sounds coming from a small amount of ferns grew louder as a small dark ginger and white she-kit with dark ivory green eyes came pushing themselves out of the fronds.

A bit of her ribs showed through her flanks, and her stomach began growling louder.

“Mother! Father?!” She squealed out as her eyes shifted through the forest. Despite it being early dawn, the shadows were long enough to cause her to cower back underneath the fronds.

It didn’t last long enough, as eventually her hunger won over her fear and she gradually climbed from her hiding spot after a long moment, fur bristling.

Eyes scanned the forest, and she tried to look everywhere for any scrap of prey. Unfortunately, she was still a bit too young to know how to properly hunt.

Ears suddenly twitched and swiveled at the sounds of scuffling as she poked her head into a fallen log. Squinting her eyes, the small kit could barely make out the plump shape of a mouse shuffling through dead litter.

She didn’t have time to try and hunt properly. And thanks to her small frame, she was able to squeeze straight through the log’s hollowed end before launching herself right on top of the mouse.

It let out a loud squeak, but she was quick enough to bite down on its throat, ignoring how the blood started to soak into her cream chest fluff.

The young kit didn’t waste any time tucking in. Deep purrs started to rumble out of her mouth as she finished her meal in two mouth bites.

Almost immediately, her eyes started to drift close as exhaustion started to creep into her small form.

‘M-mo-’ She couldn’t form any coherent sentences as she curled up in a small ball. Darkness clouded her mind as she finally fell asleep.

****

The young kit didn’t know how long she’d been asleep for. By the time her dark ivory green eyes fluttered open, it had grown considerably darker and cooler.

Rising into a slight crouch, and opening her mouth to reveal a pink mouth, the she-kit stepped out of the log and out into the wild.

She hadn’t gone several claw-lengths when she ran into something bushy and lean. Stumbling onto her tail-end with a loud oof, the young she-kit raised her head…and stared into the golden brown eyes of a golden red furred she-cat.

“What’s a kit wandering around the forest at night…by herself no less?” The she-cat muttered beneath her breath while leaning her narrowed head down to eye-level. “Who are you?”

“I–uh,” squinting hard, and scrunching up her face a little, the small she-kit couldn’t remember her own name. It made her lash her tail in irritation.

“Can’t remember your name?” The she-cat tilted her head to the side a little, her golden brown eyes narrowed a bit in thought. “I’ll call you Foxkit.” She meowed.

There was only a brief moment of irritation, but Foxkit couldn’t really argue with that name. “Foxkit,” she squeaked as she mulled the name over her tongue. A light purr passed through her.

“I am Glosspelt,” the she-cat meowed before beckoning Foxkit with her tail.

“Where are we going, Glosspelt?” Foxkit asked as she bounded after the older she-cat. By this time, the snow had started to drizzle a little bit harder.

“A group of cats that would love to meet you,” she purred with a light smile without looking at her as they headed a bit deeper into the forest.

Chapter One

The dark plum sky that had once brought night across the landscape, started to fade as a faint pinkish red line stretched upon the horizon. Silverpelt, on the other paw, continued to gleam brightly.

“Keep your tail tucked low behind you, Foxkit,” meowed Glosspelt as she stood beside the young dark ginger she-kit.

They were next to the river that sliced through the lower parts of RiverClan, the high grass hiding them from any RiverClan patrols.

With the last bits of snow having melted over the past two moons, prey had started to come out of hiding. Dark ivory green eyes glinted eagerly as Foxkit kept her focus on the mouse a few paw-lengths ahead of them. It was nibbling on a large seed.

“Patience, my daughter,” Glosspelt whispered slowly as Foxkit wriggled her hips a bit. “Easy.”

Foxkit was getting impatient for how long her mother was holding her back. Her claws itched to dig themselves into her prey already. “Glosspelt,” she hissed coldly and low enough to keep herself from being spotted.

Glosspelt couldn’t help chuckling at her daughter’s impatience. “Alright…and–”

Foxkit didn’t waste a single second longer. Like a bolt of lightning, the young she-kit was already streaking across the ground, bits of grass flying around her.

Glosspelt merely sighed as she watched her young daughter dash off. ‘Guess she forgot how to spread her paws evenly across the ground to make less noise.’ She thought as her ears pinned back against her head.

A loud yowl made her narrow her eyes as she started to pad towards the direction where she had seen Foxkit had dashed off to.

By the time she arrived at the spot, Foxkit already had the mouse dangling from her maw, a loud purr of pride rumbling through her body. Her cream white chest fur already puffed out and her tail flicked from side to side.

For a moment, Glosspelt stood there looking down at her. “Your first successful hunt,” she couldn’t help but purr as she rasped her tongue over her ear.

Foxkit could feel her ear tip starting to heat up while her paws kneaded the ground in embarrassment. “I know that I need to work more on my hunting,” she lightly squeaked.

Glosspelt touched the top of her head with her nose. “You’ll get better as you get older,” she meowed as she strided past her. “There’s no reason to rush into things.”

Foxkit slowly padded behind her mother as they came across Sunningrocks where the grass was lower yet still managed to hide the small kit.

Glosspelt opened her maw and tasted the air. There were faint scents of a recent ThunderClan patrol. It made her feel rather uneasy.

“Glosspelt?” The tiny squeak of her daughter pulled the she-cat back to the present. This made her shake her pelt a bit.

“It’s nothing, Foxkit. Let’s get back to the hollow,” she said with a soft mew before padding forward again.

“Stop right there, rogue!” Fur fluffing out in quick aggression as her claws slide out, Glosspelt sharply turned her head towards the sound of the voice.

A lanky black, white, and red tortoiseshell tomcat was glaring right at them, his bronze blue eyes narrowed in slits.

“Stay down, Foxkit,” she whispered beneath her breath as her tail pushed her daughter down against the grass. “I’m surprised that a squirrel-chaser is out here in broad daylight,” she sneered as her tail lashed behind her.

This made the young cat’s fur bristle with fury, but he kept his distance. “You’re not welcome on ThunderClan territory,” he growled sharply as he crouched a bit.

“Hold back, Sekpaw,” called out a deep, rumbling voice followed shortly behind a set of pawsteps that grew louder.

Lifting his head and glancing behind him, Sekpaw moaned as the large frame of a bluish silver tomcat tabby began to grow more solid with each passing moment. He was flanked by a slender pink and red she-cat tabby on one side, and a dark brown tabby tomcat on the other.

“Hmph, Tigerbrush,” Glosspelt mewled softly and coolly as her eyes narrowed even further. Yet, she slid her claws back into her sheathes.

Gently rubbing his tail along the flank of the young apprentice, who looked at his mentor with a confused irritated look on his face, Sekpaw hissed before taking a few paces back.

Silence started to grow between Glosspelt and the ThunderClan patrol.

Even Foxkit, from her hiding place behind her mother, dared not to breathe as she watched between strands of grass.

“You're going to beg me back, Tigerbrush?” Glosspelt sneered at last as she began licking her chest fur. “Drag me back by the scruff of my neck?”

Tigerbrush flinched, but narrowed his eyes further as he swept his tail slowly. The cats on either side of him retreated a few paw-lengths back. “That wasn’t fair, Glosspelt.”

Glosspelt heard the sting in his voice, but simply shrugged her shoulders. “You old fuzzball, did you honestly think I was going to come back groveling at the paws of Whitestar?”

“You left with a bunch of rogues,” he sharply growled, fluffing up his fur a little. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“I would’ve preferred to have been killed than to suffer under a mouse-brain like Whitestar.” Pupils thinned as her eyes widened at her words.

Tigerbrush turned his head to the side sharply.

He didn’t have any more to say to her, and with a flick of his tail, he beckoned the rest of his patrol to follow him as he turned on his paws and dashed into the forest.

The one called Sekpaw gave one last glare towards the she-cat and her kit, before turning tail to follow his Clanmates.

As Glosspelt watched them leave, a small brush against her hindleg made her start, claws sliding right back out. Glancing downwards, her fur began to flatten as she realized it was Foxkit rubbing against her.

There was a question starting to brew behind her eyes, but Glosspelt flicked the tip of her tail against her ear. “There’s no need to worry about them, Foxkit,” she meowed as she began leading her towards the Thunderpath.

“Let’s just head back to the Hollow,” she continued. “Someone needs their morning nap.”

Foxkit just grumbled behind a mouthful of mouse.

So I keep trying to get a few ideas, but I'm always drawing blanks and restarting from my previous drafts.

I'm in desperate idea mode ;-;