[justify]Hi, thanks for coming and stuff. You are allowed to post on this thread, but please don't spam it or I'll get quite angry. The plot is basically there are four clans: MistClan(WindClan), BrokenClan(ShadowClan), StoneClan(RiverClan) and StormClan(ThunderClan). There is a single black cat from BrokenClan that decides to leave and take a mate in another clan. Problem is, which one? They are all at each others throats and joining a new one at the moment seems.. risky.
[justify][size=8]"StarClan cats, gather!" A misty voice croaked, as all the starry frames of dead cats made their way over to a shining boulder in the middle of a clearing in camp. "I have news for you all." Ashstar struggled, his voice slurred with age. The black smoke mau's eyes were fixed on the crowd below him. "Our greatest fear has come true; the kin of Bumblefur has taken his traits and all hell will run loose!" He yelled out, before crouching, his old legs breaking beneath him. A small tawny queen stood up, outraged. "Ashstar, this is a lie! Bumblefur was not a monster, he only did what he thought was right at the time. I should know, I'm his mate and everyth--" She was cut of sharply, but Ashstar, who was glaring at her, his aqua optic's slits of fury. "Thank you Dawnstep." He snapped, then turned to leave. A white she-cat stood up, no older than six moons. Her green eyes flickered nervously as more and more eyes and faces turned to look at her. "My kin was born? I have more family?" She meowed quietly, still unsure. Ashstar grunted and nodded. "I will protect them with my life; I will guide them through live to follow in my fathers footsteps!" She snarled, then turned to leave, Dawnstep followed her kit, smirking. Everyone stared at the young kit, who went by the name Winterkit, the one who died in the snow.
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[spoiler=Chapter one][justify][size=8]Sun slashed down on the new apprentices back as her brother explained battle training schedules to everyone who was listening: Which was only Willowpaw, his apprentice. Summerpaw and her mentor, Duskfang, looked very bored. "Can we show them the moves now, Springstep?" He asked hastily. Summerpaw nodded in agreement. "It'll be fun." She piped up, but Willowpaw looked crestfallen. "B-but I don't know-w how to do the moves yet?" She babbled, blushing. The warriors frowned at her, but they started training anyway.
Soon after, Willowpaw and Summerpaw were sent off to hunt. Summerpaw ran for the borders, because her main hobby was to gaze over them, wondering what was beyond them.